Truth is a big, clean, spanking-new barbecue hall in the southern Heights. Our hour-long wait, yakking in line with other hungry folks, proved worth every minute. Truth be told, this place rates as a contender for H-Town’s best of breed. The remarkably rich Prime brisket gets top billing, but the pork ribs fall off the bone as they should, and the house sausage is spicy, tart, and full of flavor. The pulled pork isn’t bad, but we wished for a bun and some sauce. Only the smoky boudin, usually our favorite, arrived disappointingly oversalted. Still, the potato salad, creamy and vinegary at once, and the crunchy, sweet corn pudding satisfied. We took home and rationed our huge slab of triple chocolate cake. Owner and pitmaster Leonard Botello IV presides over his domain with a watchful eye.