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Pearl Oyster Bar
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Boulder, CO |
THE Blvd
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Tezka
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Clem and Ursie's Restaurant
Provincetown, MA |
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New York, NY |
Stubb’s Bar B Q
Austin, TX |
Blue & Gold Tavern
New York, NY |
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Robin des Bois
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I said I wanted real Texas barbecue, but he must have known what I really wanted or he wouldn't have taken me to Stubb's. Don't get me wrong, Stubb's is the genuine article; it's one hundred per cent honest Texas dry rub barbecue and it's damned good... but he knew what he was doing.
Stubb's doesn't look like much on the outside; it has kind of a battered roadhouse look about it. Inside the place is all real wood, real live musicians — at times — and of course real barbecue. The menus arrived and I was startled by the face on the front. "That guy's in my fridge!" I exclaimed, realizing as I said it that of course the popular Stubbs line of barbecue sauce originates here. I ordered a Lone Star beer, and a combination of barbecue chicken and pork brisket with sides of Texas fries and beans.
Some food is so good it should be sold as foreplay.
It's not just the fact that it was great barbecue, and it was great barbecue. There's something sexy about really good barbecue that makes you think about sucking more than your fingers. I ordered Stubb's Minor ($9.45), which is a choice of two meats and two sides. I'm not usually a huge fan of dry rub, but that pork brisket was fucking amazing. The chicken wasn't bad but needed some of that famous Stubbs sauce, and fortunately there's a bottle at every table. The Texas fries were incredibly crispy and thick and somehow mildly spiced in a way that put them in another class from your everyday non-Texas fries. The stewed squash and tomatoes were also tasty.
After a meal like that, and a couple more Lone Star beers, I would've fucked Burgess Meredith. Fortunately my dinner companion was a lot better looking (and still alive, which is always a plus). When he asked if I wanted to join him afterwards for — well actually I jumped in his truck before he finished the sentence. I thought I was in for the barbecue experience but it turned out we were two-steppin' our way to a whole 'nother dance. |
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| chumwater |
| March 22, 2003 |
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