What a place! I’ve never been to lunch there before yesterday. Last year I ordered much of our July 4th dinner for Jim’s family and co-workers. After all, I live in a 4th floor loft and don’t think the fire department would condone my having an indoor smoker and smoking brisket for 13 hours.
It’s a down home Texas place with the de rigeur bunny with deer antlers on the wall. They make their own BBQ sauce. One stands in line to place an order, picks up a tray and eats to a stomach’s content. I had a side of cole slaw and 1/2 lbs of ribs. Jim had same plus 1/2 lb of brisket and an extra side of pickles.
The meat is weighed on waxed paper on a scale, then placed on a piece of butcher paper. Sauce is on the table. You pick up your own soda, napkins and silverware. No muss, no fuss.
I was just telling Jim that I need my own “dive” in every town and I haven’t had one in four years here. Perhaps I’ve been watching too much of Gordon Ramsey’s Kitchen Nightmares but we tend to get upset stomachs when we eat out, not when I cook at home. We always go to a mid-scale place for lunch on the weekend, one with table service and decent food, but we’re tired of the same old thing.
Luling City may be The Place. Years ago there was a “beanery” that served beans for a nickel during the Great Depression. When I lived in Albany NY I was the only customer allowed to reserve a table. I’d call and they’d say “No reservations.” Then I said, “It’s Dee, and we’re having 12 for a birthday party for Kevin.” OK, Dee, we’ll have your table ready! And we ate corned beef and cabbage sandwiches on rye with deli mustard, and shared quarts of Pabst Blue Ribbon. Those were the days.
I think I found my polling place, in the Section 8 housing and with no address. I suppose tomorrow I’ll just look for a line of cars. It’s only taken me four hours online and driving around the neighborhood to find it.
Please vote tomorrow! It’s your right and responsibility to do so. Cheers, Dee
Cooking with Dee 