The fantastic and engrossing “ Of Meat and Men” left me flashing back to childhood weekends spent at my dad’s place in Waco: Hugh’s Pit BBQ [February 2012]. We’d go with him to Buffalo to get special wood and then kick the sawdust on the floor while consuming insane amounts of meat and Big Red.
Hearing all the hype about Franklin Barbecue, in Austin, my husband and I went on our anniversary, figuring it was a fitting way to celebrate. We dutifully waited in line (we were early, so there were only about thirty people ahead of us). We got our barbecue. We sat down to eat it. Then we looked at each other. Eh.