My mom scared the fuck outta me this week when she emailed me about how I’m gonna die thanks to processed meats. She also hates RedBull and Ramen. Luckily I don’t believe everything on the “Internet” and quickly marked her email as spam, or in this case marked it bologna. Back to my location downtown, two blocks from Bennett’s is the Sport’s Page. This my friends is a smoke filled bar that screams Madison Ave. Memphis. Friendly, fast service and a hot ass griddle for slinging burgers and sammies. I have an issue. I cannot pass up bologna as a sandwich option. Theirs is fried on top of the griddle, I’m sure with love. I dressed that bitch with lettuce tomato and onions, slipped some mustard and japs up her skirt, then toasted her buttered buns. I’m horngry. HORNGRY. Pretty sure mom disapproves but my babe had a matching sandwich. Brush the haters off and get you some.
I’m like atleast half wolf so I fucking dig bologna. You could throw it in a skillet and call it quits. Sim’s has got a chopped smoked bologna sandwich, make you wanna slap yo mama. Put slaw on that. Put some of that mustard potato salad in a bowl. Louisiana hot sauce? Get the fuck out.
You want to try BBQ besides Whole Hog? Get you ass down to Broadway and Roosevelt for some down home BBQ. Wolf.
I have this weird disorder which prohibits me from passing up a bologna sandwich. So naturally, while trying to buy some mud bugs, I bought this righteous smoked bologna sandwich. Located out in Scott, AR, Hardin’s Market looks like a little thrifty country feed store. As you walk through the doors, you get nose fucked by the glorious aroma of smoked meat. All the essentials in the meat counter. A vast selection of smoked cheese. Hardin’s is worth the drive, really the only reason you should drive out there. Wheat bread
And the guy making the sandwich sliced a fresh JAP for me.
Don’t be J.13.5 outstandings.
Y’all, you have no reason to drive out to Keo, AR. None. But if you find yourself out there stop by the Keo One Stop. Yes, it’s a gas station. Yes it has gas station food, but it’s good. I got this fried bologna sandwich.