Out of town for work, trying to solve a real bitch of a problem on a 10-year old machine. Rolled into town Thursday night and found that Miley Cyrus was in town. I didn't have my rubber pants with me - or tickets - so I dodged that bullet. Omaha, however, may never be the same.
So it's Sunday and the customer didn't want to work today (it's a bit of a big deal to bring in just a fire people considering the factory environment) and I thought to myself, "Hey - isn't Omaha known for steak? Hell, yeah, it is!" And then I thought, "But hey - can't you get perfectly good steak back home? Yeah, I can." So then it occurred to me, "Wait a sec - any place known for beef will probably have some great barbecue, too. Think I'll find me some o' that!"
And yum. Barbecue is like Mexican food: skip the big places and find the little hole-in-the-wall joint.