This past weekend was the New York BBQ Festival. I went and stuffed my face. This is one of those things that my group always talks about going to but then never does. This year I’m happy to say we made it, though I do have to recommend arriving at around 11:00.
I go there five minutes before everyone else and managed to eat a fried blackberry pie while waiting. Then I wept openly on the sidewalk. God that pie was good.
Sadly I ate it too fast to photograph, but here are some other shots. Most of them are fuzzy due to smoke…which is awesome.
Here we have the world’s greatest traffic sign:
Here is a proud member of the BBQ family alongside his tools:
Here we have delicious, delicious sausage being grilled:
Here’s an old pro serving up some pulled pork sandwiches (these were the most delicious things I tasted all day by the way):
And the following are various signs on various smokers. Apparently BBQ enthusiasts also love word play:
Fantastic day, was home napping and full of meats by one.
And, again, I have to recommend showing up early. This was taken at maybe 12:30:
Not a seat to be found.
Man those sandwiches were good…