I have a friend who hates any word used to describe food.
Well not any word, but those words that people who love talking about food will
bash around: delicious, tasty, succulent, smothered, gelatinous, lip-smacking. Oh,
you know the sort I mean.
So...I guess he’s going to hate this blog entry, because it’s
going to be pretty hard to talk about Grillstock, Bristol’s king of the BBQ, without
launching myself into fifty shades of food porn. Indeed, it seems I’m not
alone. Nearly every review, tweet or Facebook mention I’ve read of it so far
has been dripping in alliterative adjectives (smoky, sticky and succulent –
hell, the company’s slogan is ‘Meat, Music and Mayhem’).
So I’ll try my very best but be warned friend, you’re not
going to like it. Not one tantalisingly tasty titbit of it.
