Specialty of the House

It was fun to watch the crowd as we waited;
two dozen people eating like hungry wolves.
Pungent odors tickled our noses. Plates were
piled high with coleslaw and a side of grits.
Our ribs were gooey; tripping as we pick them
up. A roll of paper towels was our napkins. I
woofed a couple of ribs before I stopped to taste.
I laughed as my lady companion wiped barbecue
sauce all over her cheek. We would need a
doggy bag; there was more than anyone could eat.
The cook came out and asked about our meal.
We had those delightful ribs bulging from our ears.
The cook asked if we wanted more. We graciously
declined. The cook laughed and said that in twenty
years only a handful of men had asked for seconds.
We will come back to this place. Next time I’ll try
the dry rub with the baked beans.