Reason 177

Barbeque. Specifically, pulled pork barbeque sandwiches, which both of us love, Jason. Thousands of years ago some advanced member of our species discovered dead animals taste pretty delicious when cooked slowly over an open flame. Fast forward to today when three out of every four Americans own a grill, taking great delight in throwing pieces of pigs, cows, chickens and even those strange things that grow in the dirt onto their chrome cooking wonders every season of the year (at least in the great Northwest). Whether the meat has marinated for days, been rubbed down with spices, or slathered in sauce, I'm a fan, and I am always interested in finding great BBQ places in my hometown. Unfortunately, that can be a tricky task since Seattle isn't exactly the epicenter of southern-style grilled cuisine. Since both of us drool like Pavlov's dogs at the mere mention of pulled pork sandwiches, I propose, Jason, that you and I do a comprehensive survey of all of the barbeque joints in the greater Seattle and Los Angeles areas until we stumble upon a gut-busting, three-napkin-needing, pleasurable-groan-inducing sandwich and cornbread combo plate that is worthy of five stars on Yelp. Such a quest may take years of dedication (not to mention yards and yards of dental floss), but I am willing to sacrifice my valuable time and energy for such an endeavor if you are. So, what do you say? Let's strap on some bibs and dig in! The first plate's on me (no, I'm not paying - I mean the food will quite possibly be all over me. I'm a bit of a klutz).