Phase one of my self-prescribed UGA vs. Tennessee result recovery was to go have some food for the soul. Since I was already Uptown, I rolled down Oak Street to Squeal BBQ. I prepared to rip apart a fantastic pulled pork sandwich, when I struck up a conversation with a stranger at the bar. About beer. And crazy college behavior. And football (and rugby). And prosthetic limbs. And goalposts. And, blogging about beer.
Which reminds me I have to do some more restaurant reviews on this site. Soon. As soon as I can get this out of my head.