“You can’t go home without tasting BBQ,” said my host and so I sat down again to dine, this time at Fiorella’s Jack Stack Barbeque in the Plaza. “Zagat’s rated this place number one (for barbeque) in the country,” she continued. And, we began noshing yet another meal … starting with burnt ends as an appetizer. Kansas City originated these two-inch cuts of beef ribs renown for their charcoal-black crusty edges – the parts everyone fights over like the baked corners of lasagna.
“Killer,” I said.
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