Make Barbecue, not BarBri

Today the Captain and I performed our civic duty by contributing to Boston's tourist industry. Rather than prepare for our afternoon BarBri class, we instead attended the Phantom Gourmet's BBQ Beach Party at Government Center. (And we took public transportation to get there, of course.) Cooks from as far as Australia came to ply their wares, and we enjoyed the fruits (the ribs?) of their labor.

Yum.


The Captain surveys his options.