Flatlands

Monday night in Junction City/Fort Riley, KS. There's not much to do, and the movie theaters are too far. Jackie and I didn't get to see a single group of military people wearing fatigues running drills while working at one of the Elementary School's in the Fort. They were a good group of people though! After searching around, we ended up at Napoli's, the area's Italian restaurant.

In an effort to be different, I got me something that involved grilled chicken, noodles, tomatoes, and broccoli. I can't remember the name of the dish. It was deeply disappointing, specially since Jackie got what seemed like a delish lasagna. Not an auspicious beginning for Kansas.

Barbecue and Drivin'

So, I get to go to Kansas, via Kansas City, Missouri. (Confusing, I know, but hey.) I met up with Jackie at the airport, and we made our way to Arthur Bryant's, thanks to Naomi's recommendation.

After my wonderful experience in McComb, I decided to give pulled pork a chance one more time. Plus, it was under "house specialties." I paired it with a diet coke, to steady the nerves. It came with a side of fries and atop a slice of wonderbread.

That was so good, I have no way to describe it and give it justice. It felt heavy, and bone filling, and delicious. And it gave me the courage to drive two hours in the highway, over to Fort Riley, Kansas. Oy to the Vey.