THE GREAT CROSS-COUNTRY CAMARO TOUR
By Susan Wade. Photos by Susie Q and Mom.
Day 2
So we fibbed. La Cucaracha didn't make the trip. (He's
swirling around somewhere in the Champaign sewer system.) He missed
a terrific "Champaign breakfast" -- at a popular barbecue joint called
Li'l Porgy's.
Don't know where Bess was, but Li'l Porgy feverishly was
fixing finger-lickin' sauce to slather on the sandwiches and ribs. The
owner became ashen when he heard we needed some rib tips to Fed-Ex to
DRO editor Jeff Burk. Visions of lawsuits danced in his head. We reassured
him that Jeff is immune to such minor annoyances as food poisoning.
Even told him not to worry, that Jeff would cook them on his car radiator.
When the owner came to, he agreed to sell us the food -- complete with
steak fries -- on the condition that we (1) never come back and (2)
never tell anyone we were there. No, really, he did invite us back but
suggested we bring Jeff with us next time.
So, shaking his head and vowing to consult his attorneys,
the owner threw some rib tips on the barbie for our pal Jeff.
But Maria, the clerk who carefully packaged the rib tips
for shipping, said, "He's paying a lot of money for botulism."
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