While on our drive down south for the Thanksgiving holiday, we made a pit-stop at the famous Smitty's Market in Lockhart, Texas. And yes, afterwards we did, indeed, smell like a large barbecue pit. Even the tater tot.
I wish I could give you a screen shot of the texts that went back and forth between me and the brother detailing Texas BBQ etiquette. It was amusing, to say the least. He explained there is no asking for sauce. That's for Yankees. He said you order 1/2 lb. meat, some sausage and white bread. That's it. Then I made the mistake of asking if I should order sliced or chopped. For that, he did not respond. And to make it worse even said, "I'm not even responding to that."
I have been dying to hit the Texas Barbecue Loop. You see, foodies know there are about 4 really good, to.die.for spots for outstanding barbecue deep in the heart of Texas. And to clarify, this is no Rudy's, Colter's, Sonny Bryan's or Dicky's. No, no, this is the real deal.
Pretty sure this would fall into the LARGE HAZARD category in Dallas. A small child could walk directly into that fire. Guess if you grow-up 'round here you know to keep your ass back.
Check out this meat-a-sauraus. And colbeer for $2. Who could pass?
So this wasn't a smokin hot night at Fearings, but for now, it was a perfect date. A date for 3.
And for the record, we were trying to appear as little citified as possible. No bows, no frills, no lace. Just comfy clothes, by regular people trying to get our paws on some damn good bbq. Success. Even the Texas BBQ King would have been proud....until we looked down at our TOMS, grabbed our blackberries, put on our Ray-Ban's and loaded up in our luxury vehicle. Onward to the city. What can I say, we tried our best.
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