As most of my loyal readers know, I eat my main meal at lunch and hunt and gather for the PM.
Well, today, my good buddy Paga offered to go after lunch at BAT to Frenchie-To-Go which I've drifted by several times since it opened but never been seized by the throat to enter.
Well, tonight we all shared a pulled pork sandwich that was spicy like no normal French person would make, some burrata and toasted bread that our friends up the street said was the best ever, and a weird, in a nice way, cold slaw.
Go again? I will pull a MacArthur - I will.
