Because we haven’t had enough to eat on this trip, we decided to make a quick stop at the Czech Stop in West for some amazing kolaches.
While in line I noticed the bright red pickled pigs feet. Of course I’ve seen them before, but never felt compelled to try one. However now, on our quest for tasty meat, and surrounded by my Muslim brothers, I felt compelled to buy one. Report on the eating of it to come.
We all survived a fun night in Austin and are heading to breakfast- our first non BBQ meal in days.
But we had a few more quotes to share as we wrap up this pilgrimage.
“What does a heart attack feel like?”
“I’m not a doctor, but I’ll take a look at that.”
“Anyone else want some Metamucil?”
“If we die today in a fiery car crash, I’d still consider this a great trip.”
We finished the day at Smitty’s in Lockhart, the capitol of Texas BBQ.
To say that we’ve hit a BBQ wall would be soft selling our situation. We have no idea how the fullcustomgospelbbq.com guys did 9 meals, but we suspect it was more of a tasting tour. There are no weigh in pics on their site, and so no real record of the damage done. I can assure you that we were eating full plates of BBQ at our 5 stops today, and we’re all feeling it.
Smitty’s did not let us down, however. Their brisket was a strong second behind Snow’s, and their atmosphere is thick with the smoke of 50 years of amazing BBQ.
BFAM- brother from another mother…
As we were getting ready to leave Luling we notice a car pull up and three guys get out. One is toting a Canon Rebel, and they look familiar. We quickly realize that we saw them at breakfast at Snow’s and it clicks… These guys are on a BBQ tour as well.
We introduced ourselves and attempted to size up the competition. They told us they were on their 9th stop of the day, and our pride shrunk a bit as we were only on our 3rd stop of the day.
Turns out they are keeping a blog as well, and we snapped a pic in an effort to promote cross BBQ blog cultural exchange.
Judge for yourself. Find them at http://www.fullcustomgospelbbq.com.