Let’s play a game.
Heart healthy. Which of the following do you not associate with that phrase?:
(Oh, it’s my turn already?) Salmon, exercise, the United States, barbecue, Wankel rotary engine.
Looks like the words written in bold are onto something. You see, in its haughty haste to offer an ever increasing panoply of cuisines, New York City brushes off a good deal of regional eats from around the USA. For the sake of our waist lines, that might be a calculated idea. Though, much to my chagrin, Kansas City, Missouri isn’t in our backyard.
So, I had to pay my respects. Did you know that cows have four stomachs? I am not a cow.
Truth be told, I had more than one day to sample the fabled food in Kansas City, but I was hungry. Eh, not that hungry, but it had to happen. Lunch #1, burnt ends at Arthur Bryant’s, was easily my favorite of the three, but that’s precisely the issue. A mere twenty minutes later, I had another burnt ends at Gates Bar.B.Q. I wasn’t walking upright by this point anyway, but the second sandwich was markedly inferior, in terms of the sauce, the cut of the…ends, and the pickles.
After that asinine moment in my life, I took a long walk through the city, somehow not passing any other bbq restaurant along the way, and made it to Country Club Plaza, a shopping district that unusually (for the US) takes pride in showing off its sister city relationship with Sevilla, Spain. My dinner, pork ribs with gallons of sauce, hailed from Fiorella’s Jack Stack Barbecue. The ribs were decent, as was that raspberry quince tea, and the pickles helped lessen the sweetness of the sauce, but what’s with the lonely slice of white bread? I’ve had better offerings in economy class – oh, scratch that thought.
–Have you been to Kansas City? Do you eat meat? Did I put those two questions in the right order?