Firestone Grill ...
Somewhere out there, right now, there's a little little kid named Johnny dreaming of becoming a fireman. Oh, poor little Johnny and your underdeveloped imagination. It's time to dream big. Because right here, right now, there's a big kid named … um … me … dreaming of becoming a Firestone man! Let's play the pros and cons game. Pro … Firestone's is a mecca of delicious BBQ. Dare I say, game over?
Seriously, is there anything better in the world than great BBQ? And as such, by the transitive property of Galileo (Johnny, please play better attention in school than I did) is there any better place in the world than Firestone Grill up in San Luis Obispo? It's one of those places that makes you want to take the 101 when you drive up to San Francisco. The kind of place that when you mention you're heading up to Cal Poly, it's pretty much assumed you're making a pit stop for GRUB at Firestone's.
And so last weekend as we hit up our Grub buddy Em-Wow for some agriculturally friendly college living at Cal Poly SLO, we made sure that Firestone was firmly planted in our weekend schedule of shenanigans. With Em-Wow at our side we were free to do the mix n' match of two of Firestone's finest sandwiches… the pulled pork (aka "The Pig") and their famous tri-tip (aka "One of the greatest things in the world").
Both were painfully delicious. The Pig was smothered in their mouth-flooding BBQ sauce, tenderized to an almost unfathomable state, and loaded onto a giant french roll. But let's be honest, whenever I hear Firestone mentioned, an exclamation at the greatness of the tri-tip is never too far behind. And I stand here to say GRUB-nation, exclaim away. Because these thick, juicy, spice-rubbed strips of unworldly tri-tip are … simply put … a game changer. And to top it all off (pun, somewhat intended) sits this bun that's more like an amazing piece of garlic bread than a bun. And the best part? Getting that extra side of BBQ sauce and dunking it like Joe DiMaggio at Dinky Donuts (ah, obscure Seinfeld references, what would my life be like without you?).
Match up these unbelievable BBQ delights with an order of their über batter onion rings and seasoned french fries, and you're going to start looking up graduate programs at Cal Poly. And to that, we say thank you Mr. Firestone … for the pursuit of higher GRUB.
Seriously, is there anything better in the world than great BBQ? And as such, by the transitive property of Galileo (Johnny, please play better attention in school than I did) is there any better place in the world than Firestone Grill up in San Luis Obispo? It's one of those places that makes you want to take the 101 when you drive up to San Francisco. The kind of place that when you mention you're heading up to Cal Poly, it's pretty much assumed you're making a pit stop for GRUB at Firestone's.
And so last weekend as we hit up our Grub buddy Em-Wow for some agriculturally friendly college living at Cal Poly SLO, we made sure that Firestone was firmly planted in our weekend schedule of shenanigans. With Em-Wow at our side we were free to do the mix n' match of two of Firestone's finest sandwiches… the pulled pork (aka "The Pig") and their famous tri-tip (aka "One of the greatest things in the world").
Both were painfully delicious. The Pig was smothered in their mouth-flooding BBQ sauce, tenderized to an almost unfathomable state, and loaded onto a giant french roll. But let's be honest, whenever I hear Firestone mentioned, an exclamation at the greatness of the tri-tip is never too far behind. And I stand here to say GRUB-nation, exclaim away. Because these thick, juicy, spice-rubbed strips of unworldly tri-tip are … simply put … a game changer. And to top it all off (pun, somewhat intended) sits this bun that's more like an amazing piece of garlic bread than a bun. And the best part? Getting that extra side of BBQ sauce and dunking it like Joe DiMaggio at Dinky Donuts (ah, obscure Seinfeld references, what would my life be like without you?).
Match up these unbelievable BBQ delights with an order of their über batter onion rings and seasoned french fries, and you're going to start looking up graduate programs at Cal Poly. And to that, we say thank you Mr. Firestone … for the pursuit of higher GRUB.
