Marion Pit Bar-B-Q — Restaurant in Marion

“Confessions of a BBQ Sauce Addict”

It all started with a work trip to Marion, Kentucky. Just a quick, uneventful work trip, or so I thought. I wasn’t planning on falling in love. Certainly not with food. And definitely not with a condiment.

But there I was—tired, hungry, and easily influenced—when someone mentioned a local joint. “You’ve gotta try their BBQ nachos,” they said. Harmless suggestion, right?

Wrong.

I walked in skeptical, ordered the nachos with jalapeños and spicy BBQ sauce, and took one bite. That was the moment everything changed. My pupils dilated. Angels sang. I may have blacked out for a few seconds. By the time I came to, the plate was empty and my hands looked like I’d just committed a delicious, smoky crime.

I told myself it was a one-time thing. A fluke. A freak culinary accident.

But the next night, I was back. And the next three nights. The employees started greeting me like I was family. One of them casually asked if I wanted “the usual.”

I had a usual.

On day three, in a haze of BBQ-induced euphoria, I panic-bought several bottles of their spicy sauce to bring home to Milan, Indiana. “This should last me a few months,” I thought, like a naive fool.

It lasted four days.

I began putting it on everything—eggs, cereal (don’t judge me), salad, toast, ice cream… The cat ran when he saw the bottle. My family staged an intervention after I served “BBQ oatmeal” for breakfast. I lied to friends. “No, that’s just ketchup,” I said, hiding the telltale bottle under the table.

I hit rock bottom when I tried to make a BBQ sauce smoothie. I won’t go into detail, but just know: it’s a slippery slope.

Now I’m in recovery. I’ve had to switch to Kroger brand BBQ, I’ve been weening myself off and joined a support group. Every meeting begins the as painful as the previous:

“Hi, I’m Jake… and I’m a BBQ...

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