When I find that there's a new barbecue restaurant in my hometown, I feel much like Kansan Clyde Tombaugh felt when he discovered Pluto, which according to my daughter is no longer considered a planet. For the record, little ol' Pluto at the fringe of the solar system will always be a planet in my eyes. Anyway, Monday I picked up some dried chilies at my favorite grocery store, and I found this little stand in the parking lot.
It's a cowboy/Larry the Cable Guy/Christian-themed stand, which is fine by me because I sometimes daydream about being a chuckwagon cook, I occasionally rub elbows with rednecks, and I've found bbq to be a religious experience
Diners who've visited the New Zion Missionary Baptist Church Barbecue in Huntsville, Texas, will tell that bbq and religion complement each other.
I haven't found a time when this stand is open, but I'll keep you posted when I try it.
You should know that I'm usually disappointed when I try a new bbq restaurant because I do have high standards.
For now I'll just savor the joy generated by my sense of anticipation.
giddy up and praise the Lord