Guess what, ladies? You don't have to have testosterone runnin' through your veins to appreciate all this MEAT.
Forgive me, fork readers, but I am not what you call a BBQ connoisseur. Truth: I generally like BBQ. Truth: I generally crave BBQ 1-3 times per year. Be I a blasphemer?! Whatever.
Here's what I love about Vitek's: The bread comes from a bag (a classic mark of good BBQ places), the sausage is always tender, and HELLO? the Gut Pak! Never have I seen a perfect mesh in sweet harmony of my love for Frito Lays, pickles, and BBQ mess in one happy little red and white paper canoe. Can I get an Amen?