Baby Back Ribs~ The solution to the Worlds problems.
Back Back Ribs
Hello, fellow food lovers out there! Talib here,
Come to bring you kicker review about the time I had baby back ribs from a fancy Turkish restaurant in London.
The setting was a cold winter's night, wondering the lonely roads of Heathrow. The aromas of my forgotten Turkish past began to haunt me. Explosions of spice and nostalgia jolt my heart with love, the feeling once ignored, but soon recalled. Sitting down on the tarnished sofa chairs appears slightly torn by the passionate souls who have recently bequeathed its hospitality. Glancing at the menu, my eyes dart across to the succulent ribs, my mouth pools, for I have been deprived of affection; the desire of ribs. Constantly grilling away, our service was delivered perfectly on time, hushing the crave that has been chasing me. I slide on succulent into my mouth, letting the flavours and juices run across my cheeks. My eyes roll to the back of my head. Maybe this is what the touch of God feels like, I contemplate my faith, my belief in existence. It all makes sense now.. Ribs! A feeling I have long for so some time, the satisfaction of affection and tranquillity, the solution of the world's problems. I tear the flesh off the bone and sit back. Maybe the world needs more ribs. The end of tyranny and conflict on earth. One Rib bone at a time.
Hello, fellow food lovers out there! Talib here,
Come to bring you kicker review about the time I had baby back ribs from a fancy Turkish restaurant in London.
The setting was a cold winter's night, wondering the lonely roads of Heathrow. The aromas of my forgotten Turkish past began to haunt me. Explosions of spice and nostalgia jolt my heart with love, the feeling once ignored, but soon recalled. Sitting down on the tarnished sofa chairs appears slightly torn by the passionate souls who have recently bequeathed its hospitality. Glancing at the menu, my eyes dart across to the succulent ribs, my mouth pools, for I have been deprived of affection; the desire of ribs. Constantly grilling away, our service was delivered perfectly on time, hushing the crave that has been chasing me. I slide on succulent into my mouth, letting the flavours and juices run across my cheeks. My eyes roll to the back of my head. Maybe this is what the touch of God feels like, I contemplate my faith, my belief in existence. It all makes sense now.. Ribs! A feeling I have long for so some time, the satisfaction of affection and tranquillity, the solution of the world's problems. I tear the flesh off the bone and sit back. Maybe the world needs more ribs. The end of tyranny and conflict on earth. One Rib bone at a time.
My overall rating out of 5
Baby Back Ribs from Heathrow
TASTE: 5 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟
PRESENTATION: 5🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟
SERVICE: 5🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟
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