It has been a while since the wife and I ate out a a restaurant. It has been even longer since we had BBQ, one of my mostest favorite foods. So last night we found ourselves at my favorite BBQ chain location. When the food came I breathed in the sweet, smokey goodness, took a small bite and reached for the salt to add just a smidgen of seasoning to that delicious pulled pork. And doom descended on me and my pork. Some jerk had loosened the lid on the shaler and about a tablespoon of salt poured on my food before I could stop the flow.
Seriously, we were in the bar, so I know a purported adult pulled the juvenile prank. Some people never move beyond junior high.
I scraped off the salt and top layer of pork and the food was still good, but not as good as it could have been.