BFNT: Crammin

Well, gods damn it all, it's already night, I'm not quite in town yet, but I've set up camp, and, I mean, I have to write something for the week.   They do say "write what you know," after all, so I suppose I’ll be starting off this potentially, eventually mouth-watering travelogue with what most of my readers are likely smelling at this very moment: buffalo burnt ends, charred up all good and covered in The Sauce. They're the absolute pride and joy of goblin gourmet, and one of the few foods that visitors to Crammin will willingly pay for!   Otherwise, Warlord Glop is said to enjoy a large tower-shaped heap of triple-hammered auroch tartare every once in a while, and Crammin's newest restaurant, Food Hole, opened. Run by Chef Gib Blutkip, it is (kinda) renowned across (parts of) Southern Tritos for its tenderloin sandwiches.   Speaking of “visitors to Crammin”, those unfamiliar with the remainder of Crammin's culinary world should remember that:     I know, I know, I'm bringing garbage to the trashpile with this first article here, but the Coppers are still a good day's hike away, I've got a word count to hit, and my editor got REALLY mad last time I finished a piece by just writing the word MEAT 165 times.

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And so, my dear readers, I'll bring this to a close. As always, thank you for your contributions to the Crammin Chronicler, and remember: keep your eyes sharp and your teeth sharper!