The barbecue snobbery in Austin is insufferable. When Franklin BBQ became a thing and idiots started spending most of their day waiting in line for a plate of barbecue I really started questioning Texans. Maybe more so Austinites. The people who have the highest opinions on barbecue in Austin wouldn’t know which end of a match to use to light a pile of charcoal.
Elise and I went to Hinze Barbecue in Sealy on Saturday. I took her out on a date because she and I’d spent the last two weekends moving mom’s stuff from Sealy to Austin. We’d spent all day at the little house in Sealy and were about to make the long haul back to Austin in two separate trucks. I had a pocket full of cash and asked her if she wanted to go get some barbecue with me. She didn’t have to think twice about it.
I’d drive 200 miles round trip to eat at a small town barbecue joint like Hinze’s before overpaying for anything on a “best of” list in Austin.
