It might seem like the tears are from the great barbecue sitting in front of me but really they are from the dill pickle I just ate. More about this excursion to Lockhart, later.
We had coffee this morning at SIP
Took a walk around the neighborhood The Children's Museum, what a bright colorful place.
Some things were a little scary.
We found our BARBECUE PLACE. After 20 some years we traveled back to Lockhart, Tx and found the original place. We were like little kids. You walk in past this wonderful wood burning oven and the smell of barbecued beef and port hit you right away.
You make your choice, beef or pork, saltines or bread, add a sausage in and they wrap it up in brown paper. You pay for it then go find a seat.
Go get your drinks, paper towels, plastic spoon and knife and "No ma'am, we don't have forks, you gotta use your fingers. Oh, that's right you ain't from Texas but Texas loves you anyway."
A longneck, his beans, enough white bread, some hot chilies and his pork and this is a happy man.
There is no "sauce" on this barbecue. This is wood smoked cooked slabs of pork.
It was quiet eating, everyday people in there, having their lunch, taking their time and enjoying every last bit of it.
I may or may not get back to Texas but I will always remember that experience.:)Bea