On Wednesday morning we awoke hungry for one thing.
No, not breakfast. Kansas City BBQ.
Because we hadn’t dragged ourselves out of bed and out the door until 11 am, we knew that we wouldn’t be able to fulfill our quest until around 3 o clock.
Oklahoma Joes was worth the wait.
Yes, that is a gas station! Further proof that those hole-in-the-wall places are the best.
As a North Carolinan I fancy myself to be a pulled pork conneisuor, and I must say that this was some of the most tender and flavorful cue that I’ve ever tasted.
The biggest difference of course is the Kansas City signature ketchup,brown sugar sauce. I love both eastern and western NC vinegar, but we had to grab a bottle to go.
The cajun spiced fries rivaled Bojangles, but regrettably didn’t last long enough to be photographed
Jenny and I had no trouble imagining how this place started as a small corner window in a convenience store and grew to locations across the city and national championships. As we pulled onto the highway, I immediately regretted not ordering a slab of ribs for the road.
After a day of driving across the windy plains of Missouri and Nebraska, we were happy to arrive in Omaha.
Click here for pronunciation guide courtesy of Peyton Manning.
We spent our night in the most unique place of the entire trip.
Our host Jamison, a graduate of SCAD designed and built this “tiny house” complete with composting toilet, hot-water shower, kitchen with mini-fridge and single burner stove, and loft bed. It is legally licensed as a camper, and he has taken it on trips to the local truck stop to be weighed and to a family wedding in Missouri.
Visit his website: http://www.tinymidwest.com
Some might complain about the lack of space and admittedly there were a few bumps and tight squeezes for this 6’4 guy. Or the lack of a TV.
But that is what makes it work. Jenny and I needed a night and morning of reading, writing, and jazz. A peaceful respite from the highway.