Like many other private citizens looking for the best of their community, I have subscribed to a few of my towns Facebook groups. These are super handy when you’re looking for a local guy to scrape the ice off of your roof after a blizzard, someone to cut down the tree that is tapping on your head when you leave the window open for a mid afternoon nap, or to find out who makes the best local pizza (it’s Capone’s, fight me).
Can you get all of this information here? Sure! But you know what you can also get? Annoyed as all eff. Good lord man, how do some of these folks have the god given time to post and comment on these pages all the live long day? 90% of the content on these pages is a complete train wreck. And you know I can never turn away from a train wreck.
Today, a life long resident of my fine town posted a long review of a BBQ restaurant that he and his friend tried out. As he rated each of the dishes I found myself thinking, I like what I’m reading here, I want to try this place. But then, he rates the cornbread. Sigh. He says “no rating here because all cornbread is the same.”
Exsqueeze me?? The same? The SAME?? Sir I’m going to have to suggest you take several seats. As Danarys Targaryan said “you are small men, not worthy of judging cornbread, but I am, and so I will.” Perhaps I missed a word or two in there but that’s how I remember the scene. Drago forever.
Where was I going with this? Oh right, cornbread! I respect a man’s right to review a meal, but sometimes it is best to stay in ones lane. As much as I would love to put my two cents in on the comment thread, I must sadly abstain. Nothing good has ever come from my interjecting on an empty stomach.
So what do you think? Is all cornbread the same? If not, what’s your favorite, and I’d like to try some please.
Where Was I Going With This? 