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The last thing I would
ever expect to see at a redneck barbeque place is a gay softball team.
But there they were. Proving the old adage that deep down everyone
loves meat and beer. That is everyone but vegetarians and prohibitionists--but
even they would change their minds if they had The Hog Pit's brisket
and mac & cheese with a nice, cold domestic lager. The atmosphere
and surroundings are not unlike those of Brother
Jimmy's Bait Shack, or a shabbier Duke's,
but in a neighborhood known more these days for its $4,000 designer
pants and retarded clubs full of retarded retards. And, of course,
I mean that in the nicest way. While everyone else in the 'hood is
waiting in line and doing whatever it is they do to bouncers to get
in to these joints, I'm enjoying my grilled meat with tasty sides
served on a genuine Southern tin prison plate. The music may kinda
stink--and so may the place itself--but as a stop over between engagements,
or after work for happy hour and a fattening dinner you and your swine-diggin'
buddies can go hog wild. [MF]
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