Fox Brothers- The Kings of Atlanta Brisket
The day started at Rolling Bones, an old gas station that appears a little too sterile. In all honesty, there aren't a ton of places to sit inside, so it may be more condusive to takeout. RB covers their brisket with a tangy barbecue sauce, but I found the meat itself to be somewhat dry and chewy. Good, but I found their pork shoulder to be the better of the two main courses we had. The sides were completely uninspiring (and that may be generous as it applies to the pinto beans).
Then it was on to Limerick Junction. We met this 87 year-old guy who apparently served in an Irish brigade in WWII and later became president of Guinesss US. Needless to say, we liked him immediately! While I didn't understand most things he said, he seemed to be telling us to go f- ourselves every 5 minutes. Funny stuff.
So after a couple of hours (maybe more) of this revelry, when trying to find Nick to give him back his credit card, I wound up tripping over a wheel stop in the parking lot and severely bruising my knee. Of course, I'm claiming that the fact it was St. Patrick's Day is complete happenstance. I am uncoordinated enough naturally. But that still hasn't stopped the jokes. But its a good story (well, its a story, maybe not so good) and a day that I won't forget anytime soon.