In a minivan that was carrying 5, two were impossibly addicted to iPhone data services. They both provided additional navigational assistance to the driver, who made sure the rental car was equipped with a Magellan “Never Lost.” They also competed, out loud, on trivial facts about whatever we drove through. To end the madness, I asked them to find the restaurant for us: must be Tex-Mex or BBQ, one of us is a vegetarian.
“Chuy’s” What? “It’s in walking distance.” Fine.
On this Tuesday night, we needed to wait 20 minutes for a table. Hmm, I am getting hungry. The rotating Tortilla machine is interesting to watch. Foods were delicious. But I don’t get this rotating Atlas thing.
Well fed and happy, “Any good BBQ nearby?” The iPhone twin sisters got busy, “Rudy’s.”
It is a utilitarianly designed restaurant. Down to earth, no fancy, optimized for delivering foods to a large and loyal clientele. We entered the queue and checked with the stranger in front of us, “So what’s good here?” “Oh, just tell them it’s your first time. Otherwise, say chopped beef.”
They gave me a loud welcome chant (no idea what was chanted) and the girl gave me a sampler: turkey, moist, and cutter’s choice. I order a quarter pound of moist. Then I obligated with some sweet corns too. “How many bread?” She asked. I was a bit confused and had one piece. Then I saw the guy walking away with an entire loaf. Clearly it is all-you-can-eat bread.
It was finger-licking good: smoky, good dry rub, falling off the bone tender, intensively flavorful.
After devouring our meats, we took note of the big mural: longhorns, Texas flag, and the slogan: “real people eat meat.” Then we looked up. There are large plastic bags of clear liquid hanging off the ceiling. What the …?
Yep. Texan sprinklers.
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