2 thoughts on “Dinosaur Bar-B-Que: An American Roadhouse by John Stage (2001-05-16)”

  1. If The Airport Is So Safe, Why Do They Call It The Terminal? I recently flew into the Rochester, NY, airport and strolled over to the Hertz counter to pick up my car. When I got there, two travelers and an agent were talking about the Dinosaur Bar-B-Que in downtown Rochester. The travelers couldn’t wait to get there and the agent assured them that it was just as good as always.Oh Boy! Was I glad that we went. I took 12 people out for dinner Sunday night and we were all blown away by the food and atmosphere. On arrival I was immediately…

  2. Woo doggy, talk about finger lickin good! My significant other thinks that he is a BBQ master, I havn’t had the heart to tell him that truely, 10% of what he BBQs comes out good. He likes to experiment with his own sauces (mostly beer, and a little bit or worcestershire), and always comes up with some weird side dishes that are kind of gross.In order to encourage his fledgeling interest and guide him towards a more tasty way, I purchased this book for him. Well, more for myself but…you get the point!At first…

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