Thursday, May 17, 2012
Can I just say, great barbeque? You really get to taste the meat. If you're eating barbeque because the sauce is tasty, I've got some barbeque potato chips right over here. Y'all oughta taste the meat. People talk about the 'God-given sweetness of pork,' and on this day I could agree with them. I could even agree enough to capitalize god for a change - a rarity. The sauce is a light, vinegarry, not-too-sweet variant - not what I was expecting in NC, but then it seems that NC is too multi-regionate for a lowly aspirant like me ever to understand in much fullness. Too bad.
The slaw is neat too - fine chop, then mixed with the same sauce to moisten it. Keeps the whole thing lighter and more refreshinger.
So you know what else I spent my calories on? Takeout. It's on the menu, "Take a pound home to the wife!" I did. They were awful nice about it - packed up a ziplock with a pound of fine chop mixed with sauce, then packed that bag in a larger ziplock filled with ice. I done drove it down to the airport at some speed, then emptied out the ice (because the security guards would think it was a deadly water bomb) and went off to check in. I watched the bag with the chilled 'que go through, and I watched the guard get confused and a little agitated. I saw her call her supervisor. They discussed for what seemed like an itinerary. Finally I took the bull in my own hands, leaned over the belt, and said "Can I help you identify that item?" "Why thank you," they said, "Is it an ice pack?" "No," says I, "It's Lexington Barbeque." "Barbeque?! Well you go right on through then!"
True story. No, really, true story. I wouldn't lie to you about something like national security. Or 'que.
Hwy 29-70 South, Lexington