Franklin's BBQ - Iconic Austin from the Non-Foodie
Minggu, 23 Oktober 2011
ATX,
Austin Food,
Best BBQ,
Foodie,
Franklins,
Non-Foodie,
Pulled Pork,
Tim Thornton
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If you are reading this posting and thinking about where you are going to eat today, forget it. Go to Rudy's because you have already missed the line at Franklin's BBQ. If you are reading this post and planning for BBQ later in the week--read on. Franklin's BBQ is not for the last minute enthusiast--you need to give yourself at least one day to plan.
I wrote this Non-Foodie blog post on my Blackberry while I was standing in line yesterday morning. Most of this was captured and logged into Facebook while we stood in line and retrieved later for my blog. That's how it works when you are the unsophisticated Non-Foodie type like me.
Posting plagiarized from my FaceBook post:
* 9.30am. Unbelievable. We are 7th in line this morning and we have an hour and a half to bond with devotee's and new Franklin's club members.
* This place is famous. If you don't know about Franklin's, people line up for hours here to get a taste of one of Austin's most iconic BBQ stalls. Franklin's BBQ cooks all night, they open the door at 11am and then when the food is gone they close again. "That's all, Folks. Sorry. We open again tomorrow at 11am."
* The line is growing...fast. Hungry people with high expectations. No one comes here without having heard about it for weeks, or months. After hearing about Franklin's BBQ for the 100th time, no human can resist. It's like Disney World. You just have to do it. Lines and all. (No height requirements to stand in this line).
* Part of the charm here. I love the way this place feels. This is Iconic Austin stuff. I don't know what that means, but I like the way it sounds. This place is so much like a back road BBQ house deep inside of Memphis that you just have to keep telling yourself that you are only minutes from downtown Austin.
* This takes me back to my childhood in Memphis. In keeping with that thought, Franklin's BBQ serves Pulled Pork on its menu. I only know of one other place in Austin that serves PP. If this is anything like Memphis pulled pork BBQ, I will be able to forgo the trip home for Thanksgiving this year. Sorry family. Love you, but now you know. It has always been the Pork BBQ that compells me to go home every year. And my sister's Thanksgiving feast--of course.
* For the unbelievers among us, take note. (The line is now extended from the door down the side of the building and into the parking lot; it is 3 to 4 people wide all the way down). I am writing my Non-Foodie Blog article, one line at a time on my BBerry as the line stretches into the parking lot. You can feel the anticipation.
* And this is the humble place where magic happens. It's not fancy, but anyone who knows anything about great bbq knows that it is not how the smoker looks, and it is not about how pretty and sweet the receptionist is--it is all about the taste and the experience. Oh my. I am getting hungry waiting for this experience. Wait. I think I just saw Mickey pull up and let Pluto out of a VW Van to stand in line! Rumors are true. The mouse does live in Austin.
* If you are reading this in Little Rock this morning--don't worry. That is not a house on fire. It is the fire of BBQ love that makes this food and keeps families together. Franklin's BBQ is credited with having saved many a marriage. People come in from all over the USA to eat from Aaron's table and restore their marriages.
* They walk in, drive in, bike in and fly in to stand in line. And wait. And wait. And wait. One might wonder if the excitement and anticipation helps flavor the food. It can't hurt, but local rumors have it that those who lose the office lottery get to stand in line for the whole team on a given day and the taste for those who eat in the office is the same as those who stand in line. Scrumptious.
* Holy Crap, Batman! It must be Halloween in Austin (Oct. 22nd), because this "snake" just passed by on wheels. It's not Austin Weird. It's Austin Fun and no need to coin that phrase. It will always be Austin Fun.
* It's 20 minutes before the doors open and "Ms Franklin" is starting to see how far the food is going to stretch into the line today. No need for an iPad app's to figure this one out. It's pretty simple math. People ÷ orders ÷ pounds of joy. No King Solomon here to cut the brisket in half and share equally. You either get some or you don't. The only losers here are ones just after the last person makes it into heaven this morning. They get to see in the gates, but don't get to go inside. Hell...!
* Counting down the minutes now. Stretching out just in case there is a run on the rations like Black Friday. Ginny has her Friends and Family order ready and very soon we will be inside the Pearly Gates and the envy of the city.
* Ahhh. We are inside at last. These guys crank it out, but even so--it is not so fast. Getting here early was definitely the right decision. We bought a little (a lot, actually) of everything to take home. A whole bloody box of food and a couple of sandwiches to eat in the car.
As you are reading this post, I am now sitting down with a pulled pork sandwich. The smoked flavor is thick and rich and solid like a big fat hickory log. I don't know what a real Foodie would say about this, but I do know what most people say when they are eating something this wonderful--"Damn, that's good. It was worth the wait."
Sauces. Sides. Brisket. Ribs. Of course--it is all wonderful. And you don't need me to critique it or describe it. This is more about the boldness of this experience and the story telling after the fact. As for the food, don't settle for my weak and failed attempt to describe this food. Go get in line yourself and try it on.
I am an Austin Non-Foodie and this is my Austin Non-Foodie side line report. This post and my blog are all about the Austin Iconic life style. If you are a part of the growing crowd of three who read these side line posts of mine on Austin food, thank you. If I ever lead you astray, just tell me and I will make it up to you in my real business--I am your Austin Realtor.
I wrote this Non-Foodie blog post on my Blackberry while I was standing in line yesterday morning. Most of this was captured and logged into Facebook while we stood in line and retrieved later for my blog. That's how it works when you are the unsophisticated Non-Foodie type like me.
Posting plagiarized from my FaceBook post:
* 9.30am. Unbelievable. We are 7th in line this morning and we have an hour and a half to bond with devotee's and new Franklin's club members.
* This place is famous. If you don't know about Franklin's, people line up for hours here to get a taste of one of Austin's most iconic BBQ stalls. Franklin's BBQ cooks all night, they open the door at 11am and then when the food is gone they close again. "That's all, Folks. Sorry. We open again tomorrow at 11am."
* The line is growing...fast. Hungry people with high expectations. No one comes here without having heard about it for weeks, or months. After hearing about Franklin's BBQ for the 100th time, no human can resist. It's like Disney World. You just have to do it. Lines and all. (No height requirements to stand in this line).
* Part of the charm here. I love the way this place feels. This is Iconic Austin stuff. I don't know what that means, but I like the way it sounds. This place is so much like a back road BBQ house deep inside of Memphis that you just have to keep telling yourself that you are only minutes from downtown Austin.
* This takes me back to my childhood in Memphis. In keeping with that thought, Franklin's BBQ serves Pulled Pork on its menu. I only know of one other place in Austin that serves PP. If this is anything like Memphis pulled pork BBQ, I will be able to forgo the trip home for Thanksgiving this year. Sorry family. Love you, but now you know. It has always been the Pork BBQ that compells me to go home every year. And my sister's Thanksgiving feast--of course.
* For the unbelievers among us, take note. (The line is now extended from the door down the side of the building and into the parking lot; it is 3 to 4 people wide all the way down). I am writing my Non-Foodie Blog article, one line at a time on my BBerry as the line stretches into the parking lot. You can feel the anticipation.
* And this is the humble place where magic happens. It's not fancy, but anyone who knows anything about great bbq knows that it is not how the smoker looks, and it is not about how pretty and sweet the receptionist is--it is all about the taste and the experience. Oh my. I am getting hungry waiting for this experience. Wait. I think I just saw Mickey pull up and let Pluto out of a VW Van to stand in line! Rumors are true. The mouse does live in Austin.
* If you are reading this in Little Rock this morning--don't worry. That is not a house on fire. It is the fire of BBQ love that makes this food and keeps families together. Franklin's BBQ is credited with having saved many a marriage. People come in from all over the USA to eat from Aaron's table and restore their marriages.
* Holy Crap, Batman! It must be Halloween in Austin (Oct. 22nd), because this "snake" just passed by on wheels. It's not Austin Weird. It's Austin Fun and no need to coin that phrase. It will always be Austin Fun.
* It's 20 minutes before the doors open and "Ms Franklin" is starting to see how far the food is going to stretch into the line today. No need for an iPad app's to figure this one out. It's pretty simple math. People ÷ orders ÷ pounds of joy. No King Solomon here to cut the brisket in half and share equally. You either get some or you don't. The only losers here are ones just after the last person makes it into heaven this morning. They get to see in the gates, but don't get to go inside. Hell...!
* Counting down the minutes now. Stretching out just in case there is a run on the rations like Black Friday. Ginny has her Friends and Family order ready and very soon we will be inside the Pearly Gates and the envy of the city.
* Ahhh. We are inside at last. These guys crank it out, but even so--it is not so fast. Getting here early was definitely the right decision. We bought a little (a lot, actually) of everything to take home. A whole bloody box of food and a couple of sandwiches to eat in the car.
Sauces. Sides. Brisket. Ribs. Of course--it is all wonderful. And you don't need me to critique it or describe it. This is more about the boldness of this experience and the story telling after the fact. As for the food, don't settle for my weak and failed attempt to describe this food. Go get in line yourself and try it on.
I am an Austin Non-Foodie and this is my Austin Non-Foodie side line report. This post and my blog are all about the Austin Iconic life style. If you are a part of the growing crowd of three who read these side line posts of mine on Austin food, thank you. If I ever lead you astray, just tell me and I will make it up to you in my real business--I am your Austin Realtor.
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