Propped on up to Kansas City, MO with a group of friends for the express purpose of eating Jack Stack's BBQ.
Eleven people, three airplanes, and one Ford Taraus courtesy car... nothing says togetherness quite like a collective wish that the cops wouldn't see us... of course, we had to make the joke,
"Let me guess, stuffed french toast down at IHOP?" We have yet to top our old record of 18 people in a Dodge Astro van...
Why did Missouri want a city named after that bland state to the west?
Jeff C.
