Philly
delivers a change in the weather...
When
we first arrived at the Georgia Dome, around
7 am, only the pros were on the scene. We found Kyle
Vaughn setting up his amazing tailgating trailer
near the blue lot, and up in the Marshalling Yard
where they park the RVs and busses, the staff from Chef
Vic's was setting up a huge tailgate party for
the employees of Quaker Oats.
We
setup next to the other RVs, and busted out the new Camp
Chef Griddle (with 3 burners of cooking surface!)
to cook up some pancakes and bacon for our neighbors.
Jay
tossed in some cinnamon chips and came up with a tasty tailgating
treat that smelled amazing and reminded us of the churros
back home.
Our
neighbors in the Marshalling Yard loved
the Cinnamon Chip Pancakes, too. Almost
as much as they loved our free stuff!
When
the group from the American Legion in
Columbus discovered our goody-bags and give-aways,
we had a great time signing them up for the Pep Squad and
hooking them up with aprons, shirts, boxers, and bottles
of Frank's RedHot Sauce.
Jay
grilled up a batch of Whiskey Ribs (inspired
by our visit to the Jack Daniel's Distillery earlier in
the week) that were sticky and sweet and fell off the bone.
Yumm.
At
Taste-off Time, Nate Edge took home the
title, and the new Camp Chef Explorer Grill, for his recipe
for the Falcon's "Souper" Bowl.
All
his tailgating friends in the Yellow Lot
were proud, and posed for photos with Nate and his new grill.
After
the game, the party kept going (despite a disappointing
loss to Tampa Bay) and we decided to explore the lots on
the other side of the stadium.
All
day we'd been told by fans that the "real tailgating
goes on over in the gulch".
And
they were right.
We
found the areas around the Orange Lot and
Lot A still going strong.
Our
favorite ride of the day was Tom Dunn's Falcon "Fanbulance",
a surplus buy complete with the lights and some stuff (like
a television) most ambulances don't have!
Everywhere
we walked, pots were steaming, fish was frying, and grills
smoked away in the dusk.
Leo
was stirring what remained of his TUB of gumbo, while his
brother finished up cooking the last of several hundred
chicken wings.
Beneath
the overpasses, cars were crammed into every corner and
bass beats echoed while tailgaters danced, and ate, and
drank into the night.
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