BAR B CUE. BBQ. Yeah.
On Wednesday, we drove 22 miles out to The Salt Lick and, Lord, honey, it was worth it. This place -- this cavernous shrine to beef -- had heaping helpings of beef. All kinds of beef.
We shared family style, beek brisket, pork ribs, hot links, tri-tip, beans, potato salad, cole slaw and more beef. The pork ribs, I swear to God as my witness, had meat that fell of the bone and swan dived into your mouth. The brisket was so tender, it could have been taken as communion. The hot links surpised with juicy squirts of hot grease with every snapping bite.
And, then, the dessert. Blackberry cobbler and pecan pie. I opted for the pie slice which came more like pie size with a giant scoop of heavenly ice cream on top.
I did not eat dinner that night.
NEXT DAY, we went to Stubs for more bbq. I had -- recommended by many -- the pulled pork sandwich. The pork was sweet and musky and tender as all get out, but the bun must have descended from heaven. Great space, great service, great food. And, do order the onion rings, you will NOT be disappointed. However, that vegetable that looks like a gerkin is NOT a gerkin. It is hot and when you mistakenly bite into it, the juice the squirts out of it and on to the back of your throat is HOT. Be warned.
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hmm, next time i'm there i will. though, i did have the chopped bbq brisket sandwich from the salt lick at the airport and i swear to God as my witness, i still salivate (am now) every time i think about it. every. time.
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