It seems that whenever I walk past this barbecue mecca in Brookline Village (aka The Village Smokehouse) which is usually mid-afternoon on my way to pick up the kids from school, I often see a parade of men exiting this place holding their stomachs.
Like they're afraid the meal they just inhaled might somehow fall out.
What is that?
(oh I know, an excuse for me to post a fave from Monty Python's The Meaning of Life. Be forewarned, it's classically gross and not for everyone)