|Big Red knows no boundaries.|
So the results are: the TY&H twins hated everything. I think if you are a size 2 and want to remain so, it is actually a requirement to be repulsed by any smell, let alone flavor. They're fired.
The only testosterone at the table, BFF's Banker, gave his thumbs up to The Texas Outlaw ribs. I never really retrieved an opinion from BFF, because she was elbow deep into a mound of ice cream on a stick. God help us if anyone creates rib flavored frozen creamsicles.
Big Red and Gucci were of no use to me, because neither of their palates have ever discriminated against any type of vittles on a bone. The Bone Daddy ribs put a sparkle in Big Red's eye, but I can't cleanly ponder the purpose of that.
|My favorite sauces were Desperado and Back Forty|