BBQ

I'm in Dallas this weekend for work.
First, I am thankful for being in Dallas where it is 72 and sunny instead of in Chicago where it is cold and rainy.
Second, I am thankful for Texas BBQ! We went to a tasty little place last night for dinner and I was so amazed at my plate of food overflowing with meat that I completely forgot to take a picture of it. At this place, you walk through the line and tell the people what kind(s) of meat you want. Then, the friendly guy with the big knife cuts the meat off the slab for you and places it on a plate with a hot dinner roll. You then get to fill the small space left on your plate near the pile of meat with whatever vegetables you want. The best part? Homemade macaroni and cheese is considered a vegetable!! I grabbed a glass of sweet tea and sat down to dig in. Several times while eating, a lovely lady came around with a large basket full of rolls fresh out of the oven in case you somehow didn't have enough food to begin with. A sign of good BBQ? I only had to use my knife to butter my roll! It never touched my meat. The beef just pulled apart with a gentle touch from my fork. And, that's the other beautiful thing about Texas BBQ. BEEF!! Yum! After we shoved our faces with meat, we felt the need to have a little fruit. So, we got bowls of fresh, hot peach cobbler with huge scoops of vanilla ice cream.
I won't see anything else in Dallas because I will spend the rest of the weekend sitting in a hotel ballroom with no windows. But, I have successfully accomplished my one goal for this trip.