I was too tired to post last night---I'd gone out to dinner at a local smokehouse with a couple friends from Chicago days (Lucinda and I lived there thirty years ago) who now live in Forth Worth. Wonderful to meet people you haven't seen in decades and fall into conversation like falling into a swimming pool...
At the smokehouse, you order at a counter, and a guy hand-slices your order off slabs of roasted meat lying on a big table in front of the wood-burning oven.
I took his advice and got brisket. He wrapped four slices in butcher paper, along with two pieces of soft white bread.
If I lived here, I would eat nothing but this beef.
It was too ugly to photograph, but the sides are pretty:
I woke up this morning smelling of smoke. I wore my only nice top to dinner, so I'll just have to walk around smelling delicious at the library convention this afternoon.
Before & after:
At the smokehouse, you order at a counter, and a guy hand-slices your order off slabs of roasted meat lying on a big table in front of the wood-burning oven.
I took his advice and got brisket. He wrapped four slices in butcher paper, along with two pieces of soft white bread.
If I lived here, I would eat nothing but this beef.
It was too ugly to photograph, but the sides are pretty:
I woke up this morning smelling of smoke. I wore my only nice top to dinner, so I'll just have to walk around smelling delicious at the library convention this afternoon.
Before & after:
