So, we had management meetings over in Roswell, GA a few days this past week which meant one thing for sure...that Travis was responsible for picking out a BBQ joint for lunch. The place he picked was definitely a joint and they had it going on. Our lunch schedule went something like this:
12:00 noon - We enter the establishment and place counter order from large menu printed on the wall. There is hickory smoke rolling out of a cooker out front that is there just for show, there is a band stand in the corner, and the place is clean, but has a well worn feeling.
12:05 - We pour our own sweet tea and find a table.
12:06 - BBQ sauce is located with other essentials in a empty bottle carton at end of table. The sauce is in plain 7 oz. baby beer bottles. It does not appear that they sell their sauce, but bottle it for immediate consumption on site.
12:10 - Baskets heaped with brisket, baby back ribs, pulled pork, and BBQ chicken are brought to the table along with ample sides. Grown men fight to hold back tears of joy.
12:12 - There is a long period of silence other than chewing, slurping, and blues music playing in the background.
12:20 - We call over a waiter and ask about the hubcaps on the wall. He explains that the rules are a bit complex, but you basically can bring them in to be traded for food with the value or amount of food provided based on how vintage and unique they are considered by the management. This conversation gave us a moment to breathe before finishing off our plates of beefy and porky goodness.
12:30 - The sauce is gone. The pig has squealed. The beef has departed. It's time to get back to the work at hand.
Good times. And another great pick by little brother, Travis.