This is not a replacement for Ribfest. The annual celebration of everything porcine would have been this past weekend, but, well, you know. It didn't happen because of...again, well, you know.
It's a typical Friday night. You and yours are out and about hopping from one craft brew destination to the next, sampling the amber offerings of Kalamazoo, when that familiar pang hits; hunger. You know a burger just won't do, and none of your friends can commit to one restaurant or another, so, defeated, you start walking down Water Street...