Through A Glass Productions

719 Massachusetts Street
Lawrence, 66044

One word I like to have to use in a review of barbeque is "excavate." That's exactly what you must do upon receiving your plate at Buffalo Bob's Smokehouse, conveniently located less than a block from the Through A Glass office. You get, with your entree, your choice of a side in addition to a heap of curly fries. By heap, I mean your plate looks like a haystack with a little bowl of baked beans or cole slaw peeking out from under it. Your mission is to excavate the main dish before filling up on fries. You hope it's good, because you don't remember what you ordered and you sure can't see it yet.

The service is too polite to help with the challenge. I wish, after setting your heaping plate on the table, the waiter would slap you across the face saying something like "You can't handle it! You ain't MAN enough!" (slap) Then I could reply, like, "It's ON now, bi-atch!" And he would stand by the table continuing his taunts as I dig into the fry mountain like a spelunker who isn't satisfied with nature's caves - he's gotta make his own!

But like I said, they're courteous and punctual and all the things waitron are supposed to be. So I have to continue the fictional confrontation under my breath to myself ("You wussin' out? Baby wanna go home to mommy?" [slap] "It's all me! I can see sauce! It's all me!"). Meanwhile my wife has to pretend not to know me in spite of her sitting across the table from me. She's enjoying a sauceless brisket, the closest thing to non-BBQ on the menu. At least I think that's what it is. It may take a week to find out.