The party at the Tattoo Shop was bitchin'  

Preacher13Ind 43M
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7/18/2005 6:31 pm

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The party at the Tattoo Shop was bitchin'


Six bands, fourteen cases of beer (plus whatever else people brought) and two cooks working three grills. I was one of the cooks. I lit the first fire about 10:30am, and staggered home at 10:30pm. No, I only had three beers the entire day, I was just a cooking sonofabitch. Add it up, 25 pounds of hamburgers, four pounds of hotdogs, three pounds of sausages, eight pounds of chicken breasts, two LOAVES of garlic bread, summer squash, and two pans of lamb. Then there was my ribs. Two racks, over five pounds apiece. I told the owner of the shop I'd brought my fixin's to make my secret grillin' sauce and I needed something worthy to make it up for. So he brought me the ribs. I grilled them nice and slow, only had to change the coals once. Everyone was going nuts over the sauce, yes I allowed samples (of the sauce). Three and a half hours later, I started serving them, first to folks in the bands, then to some folks that had been hangin' around the cooking area. Even had a skeptic. "I've been to Memphis and all I ate was ribs, and they are the best period." So I told him I could make Memphis cry and I handed him a hot one off the grill. He was speechless for the duration, and never mentioned Memphis again. The running idea after I started giving out the ribs was the shop owner should open a BBQ stand out back. Yeah, tattoos up front, ribs in the back. I went through about two quarts of sauce for those two racks, and had just enough left over to do some of the chicken towards the end.

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