Phil's in my Future

I had never been known as a real big meat eater, but that all changed when I met Phil.

Phil's BBQ is a San Diego favorite despite having only been around 10 years.  Before their recent relocation to a barn-sized building in Point Loma, Phil's was just a hole-in-the-wall in Mission Hills.  Rumor has it that the local residents were so overwhelmed by the intoxicatingly potent barbecue smell that they actually forced the restaurant to move elsewhere.

I hadn't been to Phil's in about a year when, a few weeks ago, I stopped in at lunch for some take-out.  I was running a little late, but such is the power of the Phil that I could not resist.  And that's where I met my new love: the pulled pork Broham sandwich.  A giant mess of sweet, tangy pork grilled to perfection slathered all over a toasted bun.  It's impossible to eat without getting sauce all over yourself; I actually had to stop off at home that day just to wash up before going  to work, lest people in the clinic think I was some meat-crazed savage.  Which is exactly what I have become.

That sandwich was so good that I had to have more.  The very next day, while Malerie was out of town, I convinced our friends Pete and Rachel to try it out.  Pete liked it so much that he reportedly lobbied to go there a week or so later for their anniversary dinner (didn't happen).  Since that first Broham, I have had many other Brohams like unto it.  Malerie thinks the sandwiches are a bit much for her, but really likes the onion rings.  Madeline hasn't yet had Baby's First Broham, but that's coming.

Any non-vegetarians who read this, do yourselves a favor and go to Phil's.  Vegetarians, it's for the best that you stay away -- eat a little of the good stuff and you might just switch teams.