Roper's Ribs. It's been on my STL bucket list for half a year, and Francisco and I finally made it out there. We ordered tips and snoots. Tips are what makes St. Louis-style barbeque, St. Louis style. The sauce is sweet, and there's a lot of it (just the way I like it).
Snoots are pig snouts! Francisco and I each ate one! (Well, he ate two.) I don't mind eating things like this to be daring, but I never quite got over the fact that I was eating a pig's snout. The cashier described it aptly as fried and sort of like a potato chip.
This was under the basement stairway where I huddled and waited out my first STL tornadoes (I just made it upstairs after the first one when the tornado sirens went off again). The ground was rather damp.
Wedding shoes, I hope!
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