Rule, Brittaniea! I told you these were unprotected waters

Mr. Spriggs is mothafuckin’ delicious! Their old place had a better atmosphere though. That building was alllllllll fucked up. They were building a new place just up the road when I left in ’03 (Jesus, has it been that long?). And they don’t call it BBQ sauce, it’s “the dip.” Old recipe from grandma Sprigg, I think. The Gazette had me going there about once a month it seemed. Hands down, the best goddamn pork I’ve ever had. Owners were super nice too. Too bad it was way out in Midwest City. I’d have gone more often.

Tenderrrrrr.

Posted by Andrew on 31 January 2009 @ 7pm