Early last month, I stopped off at the Georgia Pig in Brunswick, GA for some barbecue. I had eaten there two or three years back, but I didn't remember anything at all about the meal. I blamed that on my memory - what I should have blamed it on was the general forgetfulness of the food.
When I see a place like this, I automatically think, "This has to be a winner." Nope. Not even close. When I went inside, there were two folks in the place: the cook - who was working hard at the pit behind the counter; and the owner - an older woman sitting at one of the inside picnic tables, talking on a cordless phone.
So I ordered a half rack of ribs and a chopped pork sandwich. The ribs were non-descript. The barbecue sauce fairly weak. The sandwich bland. I know exactly why I didn't remember - I had blocked it from my memory.
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