And if it’s a barbeque joint, the smoke of the wood and meat should not only greet you…it should walk out WITH you. It should find it’s way into the threads of your clothes and into your hair folicles. And as you move about, the scent will remind you of how good the experience was..and make you want more.
That smell takes me back to when I was about 7 years old. I remember riding in the back seat of my parent’s car as we traveled down to 18th and Vine, the old Jazz District here in Kansas City. Mama and I would wait in the car as my father went inside Dixieland BBQ. A bit later, he would exit with a brown paper bag. And as he placed the bag in the back with me, the smell of that wood and meat filled car. Then I felt the heat. And when we got home, my parents would remove the butcher’s paper and that smoky odor would fill the kitchen and travel through the rest of the house.
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