today was my goodbye lunch thing so i went to meet The Man. The Man is not who you think it is, rather it’s a little seattle tradition that i just had to go thru before i left.

in the suburb of bellevue, there’s a little restaurant in an auto repair lot called dixie’s barbecue. it’s really in an odd place, under a bridge, adjacent to the highway, beside a light industrial park; oh did i mention it’s in the middle of an auto repair lot? anyways this little place is known for it’s blindingly hot, hot sauce (that’s hot, not hawwwtt, as in too hot i can’t eat anything else nor feel my mouth hot). it’s an interesting little place so read the dixie’s barbecue story if you’re looking for the background info.

anyways, i met The Man right when i sat down with my food which was a bummer because i hadn’t eaten any of my food yet! i pretty much chickened out, dipped my fork quickly into the sauce and gave it a taste. i had heard horror stories (well more so funny stories because it dealt with other people) and i’m happy to say that i didn’t end up as a story. don’t get me wrong, it was hot and the worse part is it isn’t hot right away. it slowly gets hotter and hotter and stays hot while it goes thru your digestive tract; which would have basically ruined my lunch, dinner, breakfast, lunch and dinner respectively.

one coworker was more Man than i was and had a spoonful. he was fine until one point when his face got all red and ran from the table for some water (where’s the free milk when you need it?). not sure how he’s doing now or how productive he’ll be this week. anyways if you ever goto bellevue, check out dixie’s bbq but beware of The Man.

Posted by Kevin in Blogs Tags: seattle