Taylor: Louie Mueller Barbecue
Lance Kirkpatrick has worked at Louis Mueller for six years.
Photograph by LeAnn Mueller
Fielden says: I’ve been to Louie Muellers twice in two years. In my very first pilgrimage to the Top 5, their sausage was hands-down the best, but the ribs and brisket were hands-down the worst; dry, tasteless and boring. With apologies to Meatloaf, two out of three WAS bad. I had decided there was no reason to return except that it required a mandatory visit when I took my mother on a Top 5 run this year. I kept making apologies to her as we made our way into Taylor and even as we crossed the threshold through the screen door. But the sausage, ribs and brisket formed a trifecta of pure meat glory! On that day, there had never been better barbecue served in the state of Texas. By the time we decided to get more for the road, a line so dense and long had formed to that formerly cursed screen door that it was nigh impossible to squeeze through for a tea refill. Louie Muellers proved definitively that in the lofty realm of the Top 5, the rankings could change daily. It also proved that forgiveness and redemption are just as important and easily obtained in the palate as they are in the person. (December 12th, 2010 at 2:28pm)
Forty-nine years of post oak coals in the pit have smoke-cured the building, which previously housed a ladies’ basketball court and a grocery market. Louie moved in with his barbecue business in 1959; his son, Bobby, took over more than three decades ago, but not a thing has suffered from the change of hands or the progression of time. Rather, the soot-covered green paint, high ceilings, and aging business cards on the wall have elevated the place to iconic status.
Enter through the creaky screen door and time slows: Most likely, you will stand in a long line to get your meat . . . you will reach the counter . . . you will order by the pound. When I went at noon on a Saturday, the fatty brisket measured up to the highest standards. The fat melted, and the slices could be cut easily with a fork edge. (The same couldn’t be said for the lean brisket, which had reached its eat-by date before we sat down.) Still, the beef rib was the best choice. The thing was as big as my forearm, and the server sliced it four times so my guests could sample the chunks that fell right off the bone onto the butcher paper. Bobby makes the 100 percent–beef sausage himself. The jalapeño variety was my favorite: A lasting kick and a skin that crackled took it over the top. The traditional, homemade sides and spicy, vinegar-based sauce were as great as always.
Now, I’ll admit I winced a little when I saw the line of out-of-towners stretching from the counter to the front door. But newcomers are a good reminder that this is no average ’cue joint; without them, I might easily forget how transcendental and relaxing this place really is, how it can leave me feeling light-headed and blissed-out no matter how much meat I just put away. Katy Vine
Rating: 5.
Primary heat source: Wood.
206 W. Second, 512-352-6206. Open Mon–Sat 10–6. Closed Sun. [ Map] louiemuellerbarbecue.com![]()

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