Well...I finally found a decent BBQ place -- Whole Hog Cafe. I was going to hit one called Wright's, but not only was the line to order a good 2 dozen people in front of me, there was no place to sit. Just long country-style benches already packed, and in a dark Quonset hut. The vibe was all wrong, so I left.
Got a 4 rib platter (that gave me 5 ribs) with baked beans and cheesy corn...and loved it. Except for one thing. Apparently, Little Rock goes for a sweeter sauce than I like. I ate the ribs without it.
Then I came back to the hotel, took a nap...and woke up with a cramp in my leg. From standing in one spot for so long, I'm sure. Getting old sucks.
What do I mean getting? I am old. And cranky. And tired.
I didn't think about any writing, today. I'm just going to have a cupof hot teas and read more of Asimov's Foundation Trilogy.
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