Not every barbecue story is about smoke, meat, and tradition. This one is about the man behind Mac’s Bar-B-Que in Jackson, TN.
With Hurricane Sandy’s winds briefly at a lull a game of touch football broke out in the streets of Queens.
By the end of the Unstoppable Death Machines’ show the crowd in the mosh pit had been whirling and flailing for almost an hour. Then one shirtless mosher jumped on the back of another and this happened:
You can order a “lumberjack breakfast” pretty much anywhere you go. The dish carries an ideal of an old fashioned, hearty breakfast that can carry you through long hours of working outdoors. When you order it in the Canadian Rockies that ideal becomes a reality.
Of the tens of thousands of digital photos I’ve taken, this is my favorite. It says: you have a family of amazing friends who will meet you in Texas and drive out into farm towns to eat the best brisket on earth.
Photo: UP #67: Deer Carcass No. 2, Superior Lakeshore.