As I have established in previous blog entries, I am a huge fan of a game called Battletech. I have been familiar with the game since I was six, and been a player/collector of stuff since I was eleven or twelve.
Battletech has over the course of its twenty five years of existence had one giant albatross hanging over it. The original artwork and designs for the giant effing robots that are the heart of the story were images that originally belonged to Japanese Manga and Anime properties. Most famously are a series of twelve designs from a show called Super-Dimension Fortress Macross, better known as Robotech in the United States. There were also other designs take from the Animes Crusher Joe and Fang of the Sun Dougram as well.
Most people would scream plagiarism at this, but keep in mind; these images were actually licensed by the game company FASA. However, in circa 1996, there was some confusion. In 1985 a company called harmony gold began airing episodes of Super Dimension Fortress Macross, Super Dimension Cavalry Southern Cross, and Genesis Climber Mospeada under the united title of Robotech. Further Playmates was Harmony Gold merchandising partner in this endeavor, producing (often reproduction of Japanese toys) Robotech toys. There was little interaction between FASA and Harmony gold until 1996 when playmates started producing figures for a similar but entirely separate toy line called ExoSquad. FASA brought suit to Playmates indicating that many of the Exo-Squad toys were derived from or outright copies of Battlemechs FASA had made that were NOT part of the licensed images. Playmates countersued over the licensed images in turn.
The end result of this was that confusion over United States versus Japanese licensing and copyright protection put FASA in legal jeopardy. While no one really one the lawsuits, FASA had Resolved the issue of the licensed images by removing the artwork from the universe. Because of their status of “being there, but not visible” these images had earned the nickname “the unseen” by Battletech fans.
Fast forward to 2003, FANPRO, then the current Battletech holders, created a book called “Project Phoenix” as part of the games technical readout series. Instead of creating new mech, the artist Chris Lewis looked at the unseen and recreated them in a new way that paid homage to the original licensed artwork, but were original enough to avoid legal issue. This book, as far as I can tell, has been the most controversial in Battletech history (I could be wrong).
As a fan I loved these new looks of the old classics. I could see the natural evolution between new and old, just as I can seen the differences between an F-18, and an F/A-18G. not everyone in the Battletech community was grateful however. While most fans were at the least pragmatic, there were some who treated these “ReSeen” with open distain. For example here is a quote from the Battletech message boards dated 09/22/2009.
“The new ones simply should not have been named OST-ANYTHING.
Have the Damn factory that builds the designs destroyed in Universe.
Have someone steal and/or destroy the plans for the designs entirely.
BUT DON'T NAME SOMETHING OST THAT DOES NOT LOOK OST!
And they don't feel OST either. Completely changed Mechs!
New Armor, New internal Structure, New Engine, New Weaponsloadout.
So if i make a new mech that has Leg-Joints between Torso and Arms, i can call it locust even if it is 100t heavy and carries more armor and firepower than a Daishi?
I call shenanigans on most of the Phoenix-Designs. There are only one or two i like better i think. If you make something in the image of something else, it had better have SOME kind of semblance to the original!
Both in looks AND in Loadout . .
Don't get me started on the new Locust. I showed someone who has been with Battletech for over 10 years an image of one of the newer Locusts. And he said MARAUDER!
Because neither are the Legs Between torso and arms, nor is the laser BELOW the torso. The Laser looks like the Marauders AC-Mount AND the Legs look like the Marauder Assembly too!
The old Machines had a bit more clunky to them, even if they had more biological looking chassis partly. . The new ones just . . look competely wrong in my eyes”
This is a quote from over five years after the fact. And he was complaining specifically about these two images.
Old Ostol
New Ostol
Now let us jump forward to 2009. Catalyst Game Labs (the Current holders of the franchise) had been working secretly behind the scenes, negotiating what was supposed to be Ironclad license holds to re-obtain the unseen images. Not for replacing the new Project phoenix products, but to get them to exist side by side. Again I refer to my F-18 vs. F/A-18G comparison. They had succeeded in the Crusher Joe and Dougram properties, as well as a negotiation with Victor Music Industries for original artwork that was produced “out of house” but was otherwise original Battletech work. The Macross/Robotech properties are still out of reach however.
This has created a debate in the Battletech fandom with two great big sides. One side, which seems to be the larger, is calling for the original artwork to be fully reintegrated into the battletech universe. This goes from one extreme of the unseen existing in a period only time frame, to the other of retcon, or in story get rid of the reseen.
The other, smaller side of the debate is calling for caution. Generally they too wish to see the original artwork placed in its appropriate spot in battletech canon, whether it is reproduction of original book and novel covers, or other nostalgic products. This side stops short of saying miniatures should be reproduced, and the unseen placed in current storylines and illustrations. A pilot in the year 3075 should just not be piloting a Warhammer mech that was built in 2980. Once again this side of the debate has its hard liners. For example a quote taken after the announcement that the Macross designs could not be obtained.
“good lord you guys, did you not learn anything from this entire debacle? just let them go already... you know the second IWM tries to do something some other company is going to come out of the wordwork to bite them in the ass. the other mechs designed by other companies were proactively declared unseen to keep this whole thing from ever happening again, and we were even given fantastic new models to replace the original 80s machines we took from other universes. huzzah, now my beloved Thunderbolt's mini doesn't blind me with it's sheer fuglyness, and it's a CBT original! and as an added bonus, mechs that already looked pretty decent, like the Battlemaster, now look totally badass. oh happy day!
but then, years later (that would be today), we grabbed some feathers, a jar of wax, and tried to get the old machines back. and did. woppdie-frickin'-do. still a very questionable call in my mind. in my heart of hearts, i just knew it isn't going to last. and guess what.
*clang*
*clang* *clang*
know what that sound is? as LiaoFan would say, that's the sound of our franchise once again being sodomized with a crowbar. before you knew it everyone 'round here was totally depressed, wondering what could have possibly led to that unforeseeable move by Harmony Gold. and now you guys want to dig yourselves even further down the hole?
obviously i can't stop you from spending your money on what you want... but come on, let'em go already. they've been replaced. it would be different if all of the unseen models were back, and there was some fluff about how the desperate Inner Sphere was even down to using the crap Succession Wars models again. but now we're back to only using a could specific Succession Wars models? and not even the really famous ones? come on. there are so many new projects in the pipe, waiting for work, don't clog it with this. after all, there have been enough sculpts from 1980 to sate the appetites of players for, well, ever.”
Like with partisans during the United States health care reform debate, people exerting this behavior are really doing it not to express their opinion so much as to hear themselves talk. And it is such a shame to with an issue that could bring such good fortune to a game that has found itself on the ropes so often, only to bounce back. I find myself on the side that favors the new, but I see the old as having its place, putting me smack in the middle. What shocks me more then anything else is how fans of a fictional universe can be so passionate about a small (but not unimportant) part of their fictional universe.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Hard to forget when the work is unfinished
In my continuing effort to state unpopular opinions that I truly hold, but also need to be said, I present these facts to you.
Eight years ago, on September 11th 2001 at 8:30 am Missouri time I was walking from the communal shows of my dormitory at Columbia College. A George Carlin skit where he was mocking the song “America the Beautiful” was going through my head, and I found myself singing it on my way back to room 202.
“oh Beautiful, or smoggy skies, insecticided grain
‘ore strip-mined mountains, majesty, above the asphalt plain.
America, America, Man sheds his waste on thee,
and hides the pines with billboard signs from sea to oily sea.”
As I was walking I saw people watching their cable news channel of choice each showing the same impossible scene. Both world trade center towers were on fire. I had obviously missed the planes being driven into them at this point, so I thought it was merely an accidental fire started by god knows what. I got Dressed and went to breakfast. Walking into the cafeteria and seeing it was empty was not unusual. That even kitchen staff was not at their stations disturbed me a bit. Still I grabbed a To Go box and my breakfast and returned to my dorm to eat. I had a good three hours before my first class of the day.
While eating my breakfast a guy who lived directly below me shouted “they crashed another plane into the Pentagon!”
That was how I was first brought to the attention of the Terrorist group al-queada’s attacks on American soil. Like others I was shocked, and my life brought to a standstill that day. I could barely muster the energy to go to class that day. I was one of three who attended my first class, and the only one my second.
Eight years later the President during those periods has, I can say (as a man who voted for him) that he fumbled the ball. A necessary war was perpetrated for the purposes of apprehending the surats (a science fiction based epitaph for “flying monkey”) that planned and initiated the attack, as well as the honor less cowards that gave them shelter and respite. We had the political capital of the world at our feet, and the will of iron to see things through. President Bush’s cabinet looked like a dream team of crisis managers.
Then in 2003 that political capital was wasted on an unneeded second war to a nation that acted like the United States version of North Ireland to the British. This stretched are resources to thin, and the idea of winning the hearts and minds of the conquered took over the idea of winning your objectives.
Now, every year on September 11th, the people of the United States of America come together to pay remembrance to those who have lost their loves at the hands of these barbarians. Bells are rung, prayers are said, and for every day that the fires burned, two pillars of light shine into the sky, seen from orbit, and from almost a hundred miles in any direction. It is a tragedy that such a thing does not strengthen the resolve to do what must be done, and what has been ignored for so long.
This gave rise to the same delusional peace movements that the Vietnam war spawned, and the foot soldiers of the Peace Movement era are now congressmen of the this era. We have lost sight of what armed conflict in this past eight years was supposed to be about. We were supposed to track down a Six foot seven inch tall Arab on dialysis. We were supposed to capture him, present him to the public, try him, and shove him in a dark hole of a prison and forget about him. His followers were to be annihilated, his homes and refuges burned to the ground, and the very principles on which he stood and justified the horrors he committed crumbled to dust.
In a fictional universe I escape too every now and then, such a thing is called a “Trial of Annihilation”, and amounts to basically lawful genocide. In this case, I feel such a thing is appropriate, I feel that anyone who would wave the banner of Al-Queda should be tracked down, captured then killed, or killed on the spot.
But now there is a movement to make the day of September 11th a federal holiday in the United States. I do ponder if there were similar calls for the Attacks on Pearl Harbor, or the Battle of Gettysburg in previous centuries. I do not like the idea of the September 11th attacks being a federal holiday for a few reasons.
First off, we have never made a holiday out of a defeat, let alone the first cannon shots. July 4th was made a holiday in remembrance of our separation from the rule of King George. However, the Boston Massacre is not a holiday, nor the Battle of Bunker Hill, both of which precede the Declaration of Independence. Likewise we do not make a holiday out of the attack on Pearl Harbor, where we received just as large of a slap to the face. Further, neither, V-E nor V-J Day are celebrated.
Secondly, we must examine the Culture of those of made the attacks and how such an commemoration would be perceived. Arabic culture is a study in confusing justifications for actions that westerners see as inconceivably incorrect. One need only look at the bombardment of Jordan by Israel in 2006 to see just how unusual the culture thinks. Jordan was shelled to holy hell, Billions of dollars in damage, with little effective reprisal against Israeli military. And yet the mere fact that the Israeli government said “stop, we think we got the point across” was declared as a holy victory to the Jordanian people (if not the government.) This Orkish attitude of military action shows a culture, at least to outsiders, seems bent on to the death battles, where one solider left standing, even if the war was lost is declared victory. That kind of unhealthy bent on genocide or suicide, which ever comes first could easily translate to seeing the making of September 11th a holiday as an acknowledgement of their victory. That is something we as Americans should not stand for.
Finally as I had stated, the fight is not done. Holiday’s are moments of celebration and remembrance. I personally feel it would be an insult to the 2998 killed and nearly 10,000 injured in the attacks, to have a holiday for a task that has not been completed yet. The towers are still fallen, the barbarians who knocked them down are still at large, and the sacrifices made to American culture are too great to celebrate now. A holiday is a day of rest, and there is to much work to be done.
Perhaps when we do capture Usāmah bin Muhammad bin `Awad bin Lādin, and kick him in that hole in Leavenworth where he belongs my perspective will change. Until then, I look to today and hope that my nation redoubles its efforts to finish what was thrust upon it. I can forgive my government for dropping the ball for six long hard years, so long as we make it count for something now.
Eight years ago, on September 11th 2001 at 8:30 am Missouri time I was walking from the communal shows of my dormitory at Columbia College. A George Carlin skit where he was mocking the song “America the Beautiful” was going through my head, and I found myself singing it on my way back to room 202.
“oh Beautiful, or smoggy skies, insecticided grain
‘ore strip-mined mountains, majesty, above the asphalt plain.
America, America, Man sheds his waste on thee,
and hides the pines with billboard signs from sea to oily sea.”
As I was walking I saw people watching their cable news channel of choice each showing the same impossible scene. Both world trade center towers were on fire. I had obviously missed the planes being driven into them at this point, so I thought it was merely an accidental fire started by god knows what. I got Dressed and went to breakfast. Walking into the cafeteria and seeing it was empty was not unusual. That even kitchen staff was not at their stations disturbed me a bit. Still I grabbed a To Go box and my breakfast and returned to my dorm to eat. I had a good three hours before my first class of the day.
While eating my breakfast a guy who lived directly below me shouted “they crashed another plane into the Pentagon!”
That was how I was first brought to the attention of the Terrorist group al-queada’s attacks on American soil. Like others I was shocked, and my life brought to a standstill that day. I could barely muster the energy to go to class that day. I was one of three who attended my first class, and the only one my second.
Eight years later the President during those periods has, I can say (as a man who voted for him) that he fumbled the ball. A necessary war was perpetrated for the purposes of apprehending the surats (a science fiction based epitaph for “flying monkey”) that planned and initiated the attack, as well as the honor less cowards that gave them shelter and respite. We had the political capital of the world at our feet, and the will of iron to see things through. President Bush’s cabinet looked like a dream team of crisis managers.
Then in 2003 that political capital was wasted on an unneeded second war to a nation that acted like the United States version of North Ireland to the British. This stretched are resources to thin, and the idea of winning the hearts and minds of the conquered took over the idea of winning your objectives.
Now, every year on September 11th, the people of the United States of America come together to pay remembrance to those who have lost their loves at the hands of these barbarians. Bells are rung, prayers are said, and for every day that the fires burned, two pillars of light shine into the sky, seen from orbit, and from almost a hundred miles in any direction. It is a tragedy that such a thing does not strengthen the resolve to do what must be done, and what has been ignored for so long.
This gave rise to the same delusional peace movements that the Vietnam war spawned, and the foot soldiers of the Peace Movement era are now congressmen of the this era. We have lost sight of what armed conflict in this past eight years was supposed to be about. We were supposed to track down a Six foot seven inch tall Arab on dialysis. We were supposed to capture him, present him to the public, try him, and shove him in a dark hole of a prison and forget about him. His followers were to be annihilated, his homes and refuges burned to the ground, and the very principles on which he stood and justified the horrors he committed crumbled to dust.
In a fictional universe I escape too every now and then, such a thing is called a “Trial of Annihilation”, and amounts to basically lawful genocide. In this case, I feel such a thing is appropriate, I feel that anyone who would wave the banner of Al-Queda should be tracked down, captured then killed, or killed on the spot.
But now there is a movement to make the day of September 11th a federal holiday in the United States. I do ponder if there were similar calls for the Attacks on Pearl Harbor, or the Battle of Gettysburg in previous centuries. I do not like the idea of the September 11th attacks being a federal holiday for a few reasons.
First off, we have never made a holiday out of a defeat, let alone the first cannon shots. July 4th was made a holiday in remembrance of our separation from the rule of King George. However, the Boston Massacre is not a holiday, nor the Battle of Bunker Hill, both of which precede the Declaration of Independence. Likewise we do not make a holiday out of the attack on Pearl Harbor, where we received just as large of a slap to the face. Further, neither, V-E nor V-J Day are celebrated.
Secondly, we must examine the Culture of those of made the attacks and how such an commemoration would be perceived. Arabic culture is a study in confusing justifications for actions that westerners see as inconceivably incorrect. One need only look at the bombardment of Jordan by Israel in 2006 to see just how unusual the culture thinks. Jordan was shelled to holy hell, Billions of dollars in damage, with little effective reprisal against Israeli military. And yet the mere fact that the Israeli government said “stop, we think we got the point across” was declared as a holy victory to the Jordanian people (if not the government.) This Orkish attitude of military action shows a culture, at least to outsiders, seems bent on to the death battles, where one solider left standing, even if the war was lost is declared victory. That kind of unhealthy bent on genocide or suicide, which ever comes first could easily translate to seeing the making of September 11th a holiday as an acknowledgement of their victory. That is something we as Americans should not stand for.
Finally as I had stated, the fight is not done. Holiday’s are moments of celebration and remembrance. I personally feel it would be an insult to the 2998 killed and nearly 10,000 injured in the attacks, to have a holiday for a task that has not been completed yet. The towers are still fallen, the barbarians who knocked them down are still at large, and the sacrifices made to American culture are too great to celebrate now. A holiday is a day of rest, and there is to much work to be done.
Perhaps when we do capture Usāmah bin Muhammad bin `Awad bin Lādin, and kick him in that hole in Leavenworth where he belongs my perspective will change. Until then, I look to today and hope that my nation redoubles its efforts to finish what was thrust upon it. I can forgive my government for dropping the ball for six long hard years, so long as we make it count for something now.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
The Fine art of Barbecue
Barbecue, the word means different things to different people. on the coasts and dessert it generall means tossing meat on top of a gas powered grill after seasoning the fuck out of it with salt and pepper.
I am from Kansas City Missouri however, and such activity is called grilling. Barbecue is sacred in my homeland, were we have a friendly but passionate competition with two other regions for what barbecue really is. Generally though People from Kansas City, Texas, and the Carolinas do agree one one thing.
Barbecue is a culinary art that involves slowly cooking meat over a low-tempuratre smokey wood fire for an extended period of time. beyond that there are specifics that get involved. in Carolina the use of coleslaw and apple cider vinegar is paramount.
in Texas the use of rubbed spices and a thick Mesquite wood for smoking is the primary goal.
in my homeland, which I am going to focus on, it is the sauce that is paramount. True Kansas City style "wet" Barbecue sauce is a mixture of Tomato paste, Molasses, usually (at least in homemade varieties) a beer of some kind, spices, and Garlic and Onion, and occasionally thinks like cucumbers, squash or other pureed vegetables. I am constantly disappointed at bottled sauces I find outside the grocery store that are meant to be a Kansas city style. most of the time they lack the proper flavor (though KC Masterpiece gets close) and almost always the lack of texture.
I can not help but warn people to stay away from Hunts, Heinz, or Craft Barbecue sauces, as they are almost completely generic, and most defiantly avoid Maul's St Louis Style like a plague. Contrary to what the food network says, there is no St Louis Style of Barbecue, just a horrible horrible sauce using Kansas City technique.
now in the Kansas City Area there are over a thousand (and some say as many as 4000) Barbecue restaurants in the area. almost all are worth examining, but to outside traveler a Kansas City Native will speak of "The Big Three" of which there are actually four members.
The first, and oldest is a place called Arthur Bryants. First opened by a man named William Perry from Memphis, and later bought from him by his cook Arthur Bryant, one could argue that this place of of 18th and Brooklyn is the father of Kansas City barbecue. thier meat and sandwiches are excellent, and the rack of pork ribs is well regarded. it was a place well regarded by p[residentr Harry Truman, and in 1974 was described in Playboy Magazine as "...possibly the single best restaurant in the world." their sauce is the most sour of the three Kansas City Brands, but the texutre is wonderful,m being thick but not heavy on sweet. Bryants needs to be the first and last stop for Kansas City Barbecue tourist.
the second place of the Big Three is called Gates and Sons, or just Gates. the establishment was born from a Braynt's cook seeking to make his own way. One of Seven Restaurants in the area are immediately recognizable for the giant red roof and the smell of smokers full of meat that permeate the area. Walking into the well lit place you are immediately besieged by the scents, and a large woman usually belting out "HI MAY I HELP YOU!" THAT is what a barbecue restaurant is all about. having eaten at every single gates location, the atmosphere hits the spot perfectly. it is also one of few places that i have found to have red creme soda on tap. Gates is mostly a barbecue sandwich place, with their double decker bread sandwiches or Beef, pork or Turkey, a side of pickles and wonderful french fries. you can of course get sliced meats and sausage, and their Presidential Platter (named for the sampler President Bill Clinton asked for in the 90's when he visited the 103rd street location) is a great treat to bring to parties. the real jackbot is the ribs, which are much more moist the Bryants for reasons I have yet to determine.
the third resturaunt of note is a place called Fiorella's Jack Stack. this place has already been nationally recongnized for its high quality eats. the setup of each location is nice and comfy, and has a look of a high end steakhouse more then a barbecue joint. in addition to typical fare you will find lamb ribs, hickry smoked seafood, and hickory and mesquite grilled steaks on the menu. thier sauce, which makes liberal use of molasses, is the sweetest in town, and smokes extremly well, leaving a nice sweet crust on thier crown prime ribs of beef (a signature dish that my wife craved heavily when pregnant) all of thier items are well worht the extra money if you pay a visit. I recommend their Burnt Ends myself.
now as I said, in the Big three there is a fourth member, this Dartanian of barbecue in my home town is very unassuming, and should be on the Food network show Diners Drive ins and Dives. Oklahoma Joe's, located in a Gas Station in Wyandotte County is a gold mine. Their barbecue sandwiches and fries are to die for, the beans are fantastic, and the sauces they offer are spot on for either Kansas City or Carolina style. I would argue that the place is the best kept secret of Kansas City.
of course there are a myriad of other BBQ joints in the city I have lived my entire life in. all are worth a try, and most are excellent in their own right.
if you are driving through or plan on visting, check these places out, they are worth the journey alone.
I am from Kansas City Missouri however, and such activity is called grilling. Barbecue is sacred in my homeland, were we have a friendly but passionate competition with two other regions for what barbecue really is. Generally though People from Kansas City, Texas, and the Carolinas do agree one one thing.
Barbecue is a culinary art that involves slowly cooking meat over a low-tempuratre smokey wood fire for an extended period of time. beyond that there are specifics that get involved. in Carolina the use of coleslaw and apple cider vinegar is paramount.
in Texas the use of rubbed spices and a thick Mesquite wood for smoking is the primary goal.
in my homeland, which I am going to focus on, it is the sauce that is paramount. True Kansas City style "wet" Barbecue sauce is a mixture of Tomato paste, Molasses, usually (at least in homemade varieties) a beer of some kind, spices, and Garlic and Onion, and occasionally thinks like cucumbers, squash or other pureed vegetables. I am constantly disappointed at bottled sauces I find outside the grocery store that are meant to be a Kansas city style. most of the time they lack the proper flavor (though KC Masterpiece gets close) and almost always the lack of texture.
I can not help but warn people to stay away from Hunts, Heinz, or Craft Barbecue sauces, as they are almost completely generic, and most defiantly avoid Maul's St Louis Style like a plague. Contrary to what the food network says, there is no St Louis Style of Barbecue, just a horrible horrible sauce using Kansas City technique.
now in the Kansas City Area there are over a thousand (and some say as many as 4000) Barbecue restaurants in the area. almost all are worth examining, but to outside traveler a Kansas City Native will speak of "The Big Three" of which there are actually four members.
The first, and oldest is a place called Arthur Bryants. First opened by a man named William Perry from Memphis, and later bought from him by his cook Arthur Bryant, one could argue that this place of of 18th and Brooklyn is the father of Kansas City barbecue. thier meat and sandwiches are excellent, and the rack of pork ribs is well regarded. it was a place well regarded by p[residentr Harry Truman, and in 1974 was described in Playboy Magazine as "...possibly the single best restaurant in the world." their sauce is the most sour of the three Kansas City Brands, but the texutre is wonderful,m being thick but not heavy on sweet. Bryants needs to be the first and last stop for Kansas City Barbecue tourist.
the second place of the Big Three is called Gates and Sons, or just Gates. the establishment was born from a Braynt's cook seeking to make his own way. One of Seven Restaurants in the area are immediately recognizable for the giant red roof and the smell of smokers full of meat that permeate the area. Walking into the well lit place you are immediately besieged by the scents, and a large woman usually belting out "HI MAY I HELP YOU!" THAT is what a barbecue restaurant is all about. having eaten at every single gates location, the atmosphere hits the spot perfectly. it is also one of few places that i have found to have red creme soda on tap. Gates is mostly a barbecue sandwich place, with their double decker bread sandwiches or Beef, pork or Turkey, a side of pickles and wonderful french fries. you can of course get sliced meats and sausage, and their Presidential Platter (named for the sampler President Bill Clinton asked for in the 90's when he visited the 103rd street location) is a great treat to bring to parties. the real jackbot is the ribs, which are much more moist the Bryants for reasons I have yet to determine.
the third resturaunt of note is a place called Fiorella's Jack Stack. this place has already been nationally recongnized for its high quality eats. the setup of each location is nice and comfy, and has a look of a high end steakhouse more then a barbecue joint. in addition to typical fare you will find lamb ribs, hickry smoked seafood, and hickory and mesquite grilled steaks on the menu. thier sauce, which makes liberal use of molasses, is the sweetest in town, and smokes extremly well, leaving a nice sweet crust on thier crown prime ribs of beef (a signature dish that my wife craved heavily when pregnant) all of thier items are well worht the extra money if you pay a visit. I recommend their Burnt Ends myself.
now as I said, in the Big three there is a fourth member, this Dartanian of barbecue in my home town is very unassuming, and should be on the Food network show Diners Drive ins and Dives. Oklahoma Joe's, located in a Gas Station in Wyandotte County is a gold mine. Their barbecue sandwiches and fries are to die for, the beans are fantastic, and the sauces they offer are spot on for either Kansas City or Carolina style. I would argue that the place is the best kept secret of Kansas City.
of course there are a myriad of other BBQ joints in the city I have lived my entire life in. all are worth a try, and most are excellent in their own right.
if you are driving through or plan on visting, check these places out, they are worth the journey alone.
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