Wednesday, May 20, 2009

All year is the season, really.

Barbeque smoke floating like silk on spring air caught me earlier today, and I was glad when we followed that rich scent of barely-hot post-oak down the street and around the corner to one of the best pits in Texas.

Chicken. Sausage. Brisket. Pulled pork.

We shared.

Not Lenny's


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Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Needs

I need a trip to Lenny's.


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