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LIBERTY BELLS ring out throughout Philadelphia; the streets ERUPT IN ECSTASY.
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I need to apologise to America because I judged you on stereotypes.
This country is genuinely beautiful.
The people are lovely, the roads are insane and everything feels bigger.
I get the hype now.
Seeing this makes my heart swell. Whether you care about it or not, think it serves us or not– it’s just flat out cool. Only 10 cities in North America, and we’re one of them.
Lots of smiles in KC this week; a lot of happy kids. I love it when we’re FOR something.
USA. A BBQ restaurant. The ribs had not yet been defeated, and the white cup was already watching me.
Coleslaw. Cold. Quiet. Suspiciously calm.
I stopped my friend. “Why is there a small bowl of snow next to the meat?”
He laughed. “That’s coleslaw, man.”
Coleslaw. In my land, cabbage knows its role. It stays with tonkatsu. It supports fried food with quiet dignity. It does not sit next to a mountain of ribs like a tiny cold monk trying to stop a war.
Here, America placed cabbage beside smoke, sugar, sauce, and meat.
This is not a side dish. This is a peacekeeping force.
I ate the ribs with the gravity the moment deserved. My fingers became evidence. My mouth became a battlefield. The sauce had entered negotiations without permission.
And then — I must report this calmly — I ate the coleslaw.
Cold.
Crunchy.
Calm.
For three seconds, the war stopped.
“See?” my friend said. “It balances it out.”
Balances it out. The ribs were attacking from the front, the sauce was climbing my hands, and this little white cup was holding the line.
My friend warned me. “Don’t ignore the slaw.”
Too late. I had already judged it as decoration. Honor demanded an apology. A man who underestimates cabbage has already lost once.
By the time the plate was empty, I understood.
I was not clean. I was not elegant. But I had survived.
BBQ is not just meat. BBQ is conflict management.
I know the rule now. I have made my peace with coleslaw. When the ribs shout, the cabbage listens.
Who am I deceiving. I came for the meat, but I still remember the little cold monk.