We here at The Phoenix gave up trying
to resist the mid-day food coma that comes in the form of chef Tiffani Faison's
drool-worthy BBQ joint, Sweet Cheeks, months ago. That juicy, sizzling smoker scent that
sneaks into our Fenway headquarters, mere feet away, has played a mighty large part in
this, it's true.
Thanks to a head's up from Food and Wine's blog, Mouthing
Off, I now have a real reason (besides wings, natch) to care about Superbowl XLVI.
Turns out the best chefs from New England are facing off against New York's crème de la
crème with the most high-stakes game-day wager ever conceived. No money, just
pure hide-your-head-in-the-sand humiliation.