"BBQ's" he said.
"You gots to go thur!"
...and there we went. Needless to say my BBQ chicken and corn bread were definitely my kind of southern style (as if I know any southern style).
I dont think I have ever felt more like a minority in my life. Definitely stood out like a sore thumb with my two pasty preppy pretties, but the people watching was priceless.
Great recommendation Jamal.
On our way home...(at 10:00 pm on a friday night in New York). But come on..what else are we supposed to do? Go clubbin' in our mini skirts and cleavage? yea...lackin a couple things there.
So....we ate more.