Syracuse in winter can give you cabin fever. When I complained about having it on Friday night, Lonnie had the excellent idea of making a jaunt over to the west side of Syracuse for some barbecue. I usually don’t say no to barbecue, unless I’m just finishing my third portion.
No serious discussion of barbecue in Syracuse can take place without mention of the Dinosaur, which has become the de facto standard of Syracuse BBQ. Its excellence is taken for granted, and we go there a lot. I don’t even bother to mention it much in my blogs, as it has mountains of publicity already. But, as Yogi Berra might have said, it’s so crowded that no one goes there anymore. So on this particular night we decided to try something new.
