today, Jacob and i braved the heat to eat lunch at Franklin Barbecue. the 30-person line took about half an hour, which seemed excessive until we got to the front and realized that the whole operation was being run by two sweaty hipster dudes in a trailer.
the food, though, tasted like the barbecue that one gets in the tiny towns around Austin, just without the sixty mile drive. the brisket was so amazing that i actually stood in the (albeit shorter) line a second time to get some for Jeff. the ribs were just as good. of their three sauces, the standout was an espresso-based one that looked like molasses and tasted like the best possible union of coffee and beef. after the meat, the pies were the best thing about this lunch: tiny personal pies from Cake and Spoon in flavors like lemon buttermilk and key lime (we got both). next time, we’re getting there earlier and bringing water.
