I'm gonna be honest here:
I'm not the biggest fan of barbecue. I don't like feeling an impulse to shower after I eat because the food is so incredibly messy. Like that kid. However, the chicken tonight was thankfully boneless, allowing me to be as dainty as possible and eat it with a fork and knife.
The barbecue sauce proved to be much spicier than anyone expected. I'm not sure how much everyone enjoyed that, but I know it added a big kick to the normally predictable BBQ blend.
The fries were of the steak variety, and scrumptious as always. I brought my own Old Bay seasoning to add to my fries. Wait, you haven't heard of Old Bay seasoning, New England? Oh, that's right, you don't know what a real crab cake tastes like. Sorry about that. Maybe, New England, if you left your little New England bubble and made a little trip South, you would understand. Just maybe.
Want to know what Old Bay tastes like? Ever had Red Robin seasoning? It tastes like Red Robin seasoning, but so much better. Nomz.
Moving on, the buttermilk biscuits were moist and had a unique taste. And Samara just burped in my face. Gross. So gross. Back to the biscuits, they were slightly salty but that was handily remedied with lots of butter. And she just burped again. Jeez.
The best part of the meal had to have been the chocolate cream pie. It was creamy (duh), sweet, and oh so decadent. The crust was crunchy and sweet as well. If you opted for a little chocolate sauce on your pie, it was even sweeter, and, in my PMS-ing-and-I'm-sorry-TMI opinion, even more delicious.
It was also a lot less crowded than normal. I guess some people would choose roast sirloin over spicy barbecue chicken. Not me, friends.
Tonight is the last night of Morrow dining of the week; but don't worry, I will be back to report on Sunday brunch, with still-drunkness details as always.
So, for now,
Nom Nom Nom. Nommmz.
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