Harmon’s Bar-B-Q
BBQ as a Religious Experience, since it’s been many years since I first published a book with direct reference to a specific BBQ platter, Two Meat Tuesday, and as a referent, a particular place with, in my mind, the best pork ribs, consistently, day in, and day out, over and over. The other week, not once, but twice, on my way back from Austin, I stopped in, and the ribs were as near perfect as always.
So for a Sunday religious experience, last Sunday, after chasing down a possible Marshall Stack, or a half-stack, the musician, Sagittarius, suggested a BBQ place, in Cibolo. Technically, not in San Antonio, so the images wouldn’t qualify for the daily exercise, still, it was good.
In my mind, the measure is the brisket and the pork ribs, every time. The discussion that led us to this place wandered all over to include Lulling, Lockhart, as well as some seamy joints on the south side of San Antonio, and one can never forget the Elgin’s famous hot links.
First bite of brisket, salty without too much, and hint of pepper, again, not over-done. I grabbed “pork-rib knuckle,” usually an unsavory chunk and sampled one of the finest pieces of smoked meat I’ve had in long time. Very, very good.
The house BBQ sauce was a heavy molasses affair, savory sweet with a citrus twang, not unwelcome.
The brisket was good, perhaps a little underdone, but both moist and meaty, with a properly tender inside and crunchy, tasty crust. I sopped up sauce with brisket bits and combined it with some potato salad, for a near perfect culinary experience.
“These ribs are good, I’m full, and I still can’t stop eating them.”
High praise. Ambiance is minimal, food, with ice cold beer available, right at hand. Main Street, Cibolo, Texas.
What was the name of the place?
BBQ as a Religious Experience
ISBN-13: 978-1411638723
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