Episode 1: Franklin Barbecue Broke Me

 

In this episode, I'm going to tell you about a trip to a restaurant where the food was so incredible. I stopped being hungry for about two days after eating there, and I had to force myself to eat. Not only that, I couldn't write about it. And it gave me such writer's block that despite having enough content from that visit, and many others, I found myself unable to write about anything food related.

In October of 2019, I found myself in the fortunate situation of being able to make a pilgrimage to the “Mecca of Barbecue,” when I took a trip to Austin, Texas to photograph speakers at a digital marketing conference. I specifically scheduled myself appropriately, so that I would have one morning free to wait on line and eat lunch at Franklin Barbecue.

I went with the intention of creating a lot of content around the experience. I recorded video, for the purpose of starting a food vlog. I took notes on the flavors and the experience as a whole. I (of course) took many photographs of the food for the blog I thought I would write. I even interviewed other guests in line.

So what did I do with all of that content?

Nothing.

The blog I intended to write is still unwritten. The photos I took remain unedited. The video I captured remains unseen.

Why?

It’s hard to explain but to the best of my self-psychoanalyzing, I believe that because the amount of meat I ate knocked my body so out of sorts, I wasn’t in the mood to think about anything. Additionally, the food was so incredible, I think I suffered from a performance anxiety of sorts; I didn’t think, despite being talented with a camera and a pen, that I would do this incredible food justice.

It actually created such a creative block within me that I couldn’t write about anything food-related until I began this podcast.

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