Mzoli’s Meats

My official membership of the Little Rock BBQ club may have been revoked Sunday. I love BBQ, don’t get me wrong, but when I saw the tray of greasy meat piled high, I nearly yakked. Full force. My inner vegetarian was screaming for vegetables, or *something*, other than beer, to balance the meat. This may in fact have more to do with the chronic stomach ache that I’ve had for the last two weeks than the actual food, but the quantity of meat was insane! (And it had only been two days since the African Salad that gave me a stomach ache so badly that I cried—I was a little gun shy…) Mzoli’s was amazing though… it had its little corner of the street, but the atmosphere and jubilation expanded by four blocks. The sun was brilliant all afternoon, keeping us warm and relaxed and turning the more fair of our group an attractive shade of pink.

The day went like this: Heloise and Pauline came to pick us up to be at the Porter House office by 10:30am. As we arrived, promptly at 10:30am I might add, we got a call from Asanda who informed us that he was running late and could we meet at 11:30am. Say what?! We were already up and out, so we went to an Italian restaurant across the street and had lattes and croissants. Then around 11:30am, Asanda called to ask if we could meet him out in the township instead of at the office. So we did. We finally arrived at Mzoli’s at 12:30pm and at this point, I thought it was crowded. Little did I know—by the time we left it was hundreds of people. Fortunately, we were able to get a nice big table, where we kicked back long enough to sit down and send the boys right back inside for MEAT! They also went for beer. I’ll be honest… I have no idea how much beer we went through, but it was a lot. A whole lot.

And thus went the afternoon: beer and meat and more beer and meat. We finally headed home around 4:30pm all in a food coma. What I learned from this adventure: meat, beer, and friends make for a beautiful Sunday afternoon! (Not a big surprise, is it?! : )

Always,

Sarah