You're not a Texan if you don't like barbecue. And you're not a Carvajal unless you like Carvajal barbecue and can eat without thinking twice about what you may look like. It was a beautiful evening, not a mosquito in sight, a cool breeze was blowing, the smell of a charcoal barbecue was still lingering in the air...and these two clowns were sitting across from me.
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