Its not what you look for its what you find.

Sometimes you look and look for things and you can never seem to find them. Then just when you give up and call it a loss you end up looking down and there it is. And there it was all along, not waiting to be looked for, waiting to be found.

As my crew mate and I set out to find lunch today we didn't have much of a plan. After deciding that the hordes of fast food joints and Italian restaurants were not what we wanted, we were about to give up. Then just before we gave up and turned into a Subway we found it, Mr Bibbs BBQ.

The front door of Mr. Bibbs proudly advertised "Hambs $2.00 after 4:00pm ONLY". I'm not sure if that was pig meat or Hamms Lager (Born in the Land of Sky Blue Waters) we didn't stay that long, but we did stay long enough to find a fantastic BBQ joint.

Mr Bibbs occupied the corner of a strip mall near the highway. It used to be a Mexican place. I don't know this because I had been there before. I know this because the M*E*X*I*C*A*N letters that once composed the sign on the facade had been removed leaving the weather scarred remnants of those same letters. If that wasn't proof enough the interior was gaily pained in bright orange, and a large mural depicting the Mexican Eagle landing in the lake that would one day become Mexico City still adorned the walls.

The old gentleman who was happy to serve us despite our famished surprise offered a fine selection of pork and beef ribs and rib tips. Also on the menu was fried okra, fried cheddar balls, greens, and mac and cheese. I didn't get to sample them all but what I had was delicious.

Humbly served on sectioned Styrofoam plates but cooked with obvious joy for the task. The BBQ was not so spicy it detracted from the flavor of the meat and not so sweet that it made the meal desertlike, but was a fine middle ground between the two. Each bite left a touch of fire on your lips yet had you licking them readily for that sweet aftertaste.

After the meal I felt I couldn't possible enjoy myself more, I looked up and saw a sign for "baked fresh Sweet Potato Pie." Hell Yeah I want some pie!

I grabbed a menu and paid my 11 bucks and left. Sated, yet vowing to return.

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Don't believe rumors. The Clinton, Obama presidential suite switch was a hoax. While Hilary and crew left the hotel this afternoon and took their SS agents with them the Obamas did not check in, although the Secret Service is back and posted at the suite door again. It appears the Clintons are back again since most of the candidates staff are still around.


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The studio is up and ready to go. Anyone who wants to witness the fruits of my past two days labors please tune into the Washington Journal on CSPAN 1 fro 7am to 10am daily. Anything that is touted as live from Des Moines...thats my shit! if you don't have cable then go to your local pub and ask the bartender to put it on. Even if you don't see one of our "hits" it is still worth it to listen to the crazy callers who phone in throughout the show.

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