So we did- a feast of treats from Oliver's Market: artisan truffled salami, cheeses handmade by friends, olives I'd never heard of, guacamole and Modelos to wash it all down. I wish I'd taken a picture, but I was too hypnotized by the perfect gooeyness of the Camembert that I forgot to grab my camera.
It seemed only fitting to max out our food lust with barbecue. We headed to Buster's on our way out of town, prepping ourselves for the legendary hot sauce. The clerk gave us an oral and a written warning on the spiciness. I took the challenge. Of course, I had nothing to prove. My pride was not at all riding on my ability to handle the deep, smoky edge of the firey sauce that stacked from my lungs up to my head with every bite. Perhaps I bit off more than I could chew, but I have no regrets. The pain was worth it.
It's hard to make barbecue look beautiful, but I'm sure you can appreciate the no-frills, no-nonsense approach of the presentation.
And yes, sometimes when I eat barbecue, I close my eyes. Doesn't everyone?