With a name like Big Bubba's Bad to the Bone BBQ, this place has gotta be good. I figure anytime you stick "Bubba" in the name of a barbecue joint, it's usually a pretty good sign. Plus, the bull riding machine sitting in the corner of the dining room kinda adds to the ambiance of the place... though whether in a good or bad way, I'm not quite sure yet. A part of me can't wait to dig into them BBQ baby back ribs. Another part of me is nervously asking what kinda honky-tonk place we just walked into. 
We're here in the great Central Valley city of Merced, California... a stopover on our way to Yosemite National Park. Hey, this city's got it all; its very own UC, a Walmart, a pawnshop, and even a Carrows. What else would anyone need?? 
Along for the drag are Godson#2 and his parents (and our good friends), Consuela and Bikter. Note: names have been slightly altered to protect the somewhat innocent. I mean, c'mon, we don't seriously know anyone named Consuela and Bikter, but I think I'm starting to like these monikers better than their real ones. 
So as the butterflies in my stomach give way to the hunger pangs, I'm actually quite enjoying the grub at this restaurant. In fact, it's pretty damn good. So good that afterwards I need to go back to the hotel to just sit there and rub my belly for awhile... oh, that and the unfortunate fact that Godson#2 just filled his diaper with a happy pooperific surprise... of which, he manages to smear on the wifey's face. Surprise, Godmom! Yum. It's a good thing we have adjoining rooms cuz I'd hate to have to be in their bathroom right about now. Though Consuela's insistence to us of "when the connecting door's a-rockin', don't come a-knockin'" is a little disturbing. That just sounds dirty in a whole different way. Ew. Random Stuff:
- Godson#2 is playing deliriously happy at Walmart... kinda like the adults.
- Dinner at Carrows... cuz they care!
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