I could never get the hang of those laptop things.
So when I go mobile, if there isn’t a free internet-ready computer handy the blog stalls for a time.
I just got back from the annual Advanced Placement Conference. It’s a thing that the College Board puts on every summer for AP teachers and those associated with those things. It was in
Now one of the nice things about having to make the drive to
And no, we’re not talking about that abomination with branches springing up all over, in this case the highway-side tourist trap outside of Luling called Buc-ees.
No, to get what is probably the best barbecue in
Then you get in line. On any given Saturday a line leading to the smokehouse snakes through the eating area but it moves quickly. There is a sign on the door to the smokehouse that commands you not to hold the door open, and once you pass through the door you immediately realize why that sign is there.
It’s smoky in the smokehouse.
And it is hotter than Dante’s Inferno.
But it is worth the few minutes you are there because of the pork ribs, whose meat practically falls off the bone, the brisket that you can cut with a fork, and the homemade sausage rings.
All you buy there is the meat. To get sides and drinks you go to the main dining room and order at the counter.
I know, it’s kind of quirky, but that and their choice of dinnerware – butcher paper – makes it all that much more quaint.
And, come to find out, there is another reason to visit Luling in the summertime.
Whatever that is.