Who goes to a seafood city to order barbecue? Your mother, that’s who. No, I am not your mother, but I, also, go to a seafood city and search for barbecue. (No, I am not your step-father) During my trip to Vermont, I chose not to die from Iodine poisoning and ventured off to some
“Howdy bub! Let’s go get some supper shall we?”- Cowboys, probably. Quick fact, this restaurant was founded in this same location in 1880 by John Ignatius Beuchert, a German immigrant and prominent Capitol Hill businessman. Legend has it that throughout Prohibition, Beuchert’s operated as a speakeasy, behind such fronts as a Singer sewing machine store and
I feel as though I should be writing this review with some kind of James Brown music playing in the background. “Butterfunk” is a horrible name for a restaurant, but it’s so bad that it’s recognizable so I guess their PR team is smarter than a fifth grader. The restaurant opened at 5:30, but I
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