A few days ago the idea of barbecue for lunch came up but was ultimately discarded for something else that I can’t even remember. But that idea of barbecue stuck with me, lurking in my subconscious, gnawing at the very essence of my decision-making being — until this day! — when it punched through and exclaimed “Mike, you want barbecue right now!” If this all seems a little dramatic, welcome to my life when it comes to deciding what to have for lunch.
On East 11th St, as you drive past the throngs of semi-crazy meat fanatics waiting for (in my and countless others’ opinions) the best barbecue money can buy, you’ll come across a lonely trailer set up in an empty grass lot. Artistically painted on the trailer you’ll find a curious
word name: Micklethwait.