|The Taco Bell still looks exactly like this, except without the cars or people. Some of the trash has been picked up, too.|
Unlike the day before, this day ended pretty much where we had planned: Cuba, Missouri. Again, Cuba seemed like a sign, since it was such a random-ass name of a town in the Ozarks. (Everywhere down there claims to be in the middle of the Ozarks. Okay. Whatever.) It led to the gastronomical highlight of the trip for me. Maybe because my stomach was done with Bdubs, or the brilliant Whole Foods curry chicken salad clone that we had stocked the cooler with, or maybe because I just had really low expectations at this point.
We decided to try another local restaurant, but this one was called Missouri Hick Bar B Que. It was recommended to us by the fat lady behind the counter at the seedy motel we decided to stay in. (Well, that or the nearby Huddle House, whatever that is.) If we're being real, I was a little nervous to go inside. It really sounds like it's a place where pretty, little, white, city boys like yours truly get their asses kicked by, well, Missouri hicks. However, it turned out to be a swinging family joint.
And the food was amazing! They have an array of sauces at your table for you to try on all kinds of spectacular barbecue. I can't even remember if I got a sampler, or if I made Annie. All I remember is shoveling in spoonfuls after forkfuls of great bbq. Seriously, it made me so happy to be back in this part of the country. I bought a shirt that says "Every Butt Needs A Good Rub" with a picture of a pig's butt on the back. I haven't taken it off yet.
Seriously, eat at MO Hick BBQ if you're ever traveling through,