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One of the most satisfying
meat pits in the city that will bring out your inner cannibal with
its fine, but unattractive dishes. After all, "the beef is dead, but
that don't mean it's pretty." In other words, you can surely chow
down on lots of lambs, along with any other four-legged southern critter
heading for the slaughter. Mouth-watering biscuits covered with a
down-home gravy that resembles "bodily fluids that shouldn't be discussed
during a meal" flow freely, while hush puppies that are "fried more
than Maslin's brain" are a sure-fire hit. Later on, any of the animals
you pick, from ribs to chicken have a cooked flavor that is "the best
that roadkill can offer anywhere in the metropolis." With a great
beer menu that will keep guzzlers happy and great sides of mashed
potatoes, beans and fries, you'll be "farting till the millennium."
One complaint: even Virgil's biggest fans complain that "the heart
generally stops for three minutes upon completion of the meal." [JK]
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