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I attended a BBQ last

I attended a BBQ last weekend. Now where I come from, BBQ means meat…lots of meat. In SF, BBQ typically means lots of vegetables, tofu, and various other soy-derived foods. Meat eaters are looked upon with disdain as unhealthy, uncivilized, and as contaminating the unmeatlessness of the grilling area. For some reason, this particular SF BBQ had very few veggie items but meat-o-plenty, more than enough steaks, sausages, and hot dogs to go around. If it wasn’t for the hills and the fog on the drive home, I might have thought I was once again nestled in meaty bosom of the Midwest.

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