Nancy had a glass of wine and I had my usual cocktail. We sat and ordered drinks while we perused the menu. The moral is, as the Great Man said, “ It don’t cost nothing to be nice.” Our rivals decided to take a chilly table outside, which they subsequently abandoned, and we got the seats. The couple at the table saw this, decide that the interlopers had been rude, and dug in for a long stay. We started to move over and another couple darted in front of us and said, “We got here first.” Okay. No table was available, but a couple was about to leave their seats at the bar, and they gave us the high sign. So rather than get back in the car and drive all over town, I picked the closest place on Doug’s list, Jack Stack, a short walk from our hotel (the Courtyard Country Club Plaza, a bit dated, but then so am I). Normally I’d chalk that up to my legendary fecklessness, but reservations at a barbecue place? I had entered a new world. I’d had various recommendations from Doug Jacobson, the Kansas City Barbecue Maven, but it was Saturday night and, I’d neglected to make any reservations. There are now a half dozen Jack Stacks in Kansas City, and Nancy and I went to the one in the Country Club Plaza. His oldest son, Jack, worked there until 1974, when Jack opened up his own place, Fiorella’s Jack Stack. Russ Fiorella started a barbecue place in 1957. If you look at a list of the ten best barbecue places in Kansas City, you’ll almost certainly see Jack Stack listed. Then, after a quick pork sandwich at Boxer Q, we drove straight to Kansas City and set up shop at a hotel cheek by jowl with the Country Club Plaza. The morning after our great dinner at Porky Butts, Nancy and I headed to Topeka to compete another 10K state capital walk, our 41st.
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