We’ve had some of America’s best pulled pork from East Carolina to Texas. For our first attempt at smoked pork, we decided to combine those traditions.
Campbellton was a waypoint, a dot on the map between days 2 and 3 of driving north from Boston to the Gaspé Peninsula. We arrived late and rushed to grab food in the bar attached to our HoJo, attached to an aging mall, attached to the bridge to Quebec.
After years of studying the BBQ arts we decided it was time to learn them first hand. Over Labor Day Weekend we assembled the Manic Smoker, bought and seasoned a brisket and stayed up all night smoking it. Here’s how the process went.
The final night of the ManicTimes ’12 trip was the Fourth of July and we spent it walking around the Jamaica Plain neighborhood of Boston with our cameras.
The tuna auction floor of Tsukiji fish market is supposedly tourist-friendly, but we ventured into other areas to capture the behind-the-scenes action.
If you go into the frantic heart of Tokyo’s Tsukiji fish market, you get to see so much, including this worker hauling tuna steaks (and heads) out into the daylight.
The Manic Americans arrive in Tokyo and begin to explore…
The truck screeched to a stop about ten yards from us. A voice came from the blackness behind the wheel of the pickup: “Y’all take a picture of us!”
Photo Gallery: We got to the Gulf Coast one year before the BP Oil Spill would try to destroy it, four years after Katrina had wreaked its own havoc.