You know, many nights I go home at night and I am so wounded from the conversations that I've had on TV that my dog Chip(ph) has to help melick them up.
The leans came more and more frequently -- and even the occasional chin lick, which made me feel like the queen of the world (or at least the new Brooklyn apartment that we all now shared).
Good ribs are all over the place, but the best brisket is in Texas, and to me that means The Salt Lick, a rock-your-world temple of fire, smoke and meat outside Austin.