Hey! So this week I wrote about Reverend’s BBQ, and about how it’s not good, and how I wish it were on the Podnah’s Pit level.
Call me boring for such an obvious choice, but don’t call me late for brunch there. It’s a mile from my house and rarely has a wait—and even if it does, it’s way shorter than many other subpar scramble joints.
ANYWHO, I was there in April when I spied with my pretty green eye this couple waiting for take out WITH THE GUY’S HAND TOTALLY SHOVED FULLY DOWN THIS LADY’S PANTS! CHRIST!
He doesn’t remove it, even after he turned and saw me filming (but I edited their faces out for mercy’s sake). They got their biscuits to go and departed. I don’t even want to think about where that brisket went.
Bon appetit!
Better ask for extra wet-naps, looks like one deep chasm.
OH WAS THIS YOUR FIRST TIME SEEING GRAHAM AND HIS GIRLFRIEND IN PUBLIC
He was just trying to keep his hand warm.