The group makes their way to Arthur Bryants via a [shortened] yellow school bus. It's a raucous ride through downtown Kansas City.
We arrive to find another bus, this one of the chartered variety, parked in front of the joint and several folks let out sighs.
But no sooner then their sighs fade does it become apparent that the crew on that bus is leaving the restaurant.
The mouths of sighs become smiles.
Intrepid British journalist John Perry asks what to expect.
"Various parts of the pig all cooked to perfection," I say.
"Yah, but which parts?" he asks.
Many pitchers of beer are procured.
Veni, Vidi, Veci.
We came, we saw, we conquered.
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