Aron was here: He left a wake of BBQ destruction

On Saturday, as promised we drove down to Lockhart fro Smitty’s BBQ masterpiece. Aron, our new friend Lucas, ISSB and me. Oh, were the boys excited. And, because we went on Saturday we were lucky enough to get there before they ran out of prime rib. I swear on my mother that this is the greatest single bit of meat that I will ever eat.

Lucas is literally drooling!

Then we went back to the house, sat on the patio and drank cool, crisp white wine in 85 degree weather. Later in the evening, Paula and Iain came over to join us. And together we walked over three blocks to South Congress to see what the local commotion was all about. It was the Lonestar Rod & Kustom Roundup weekend. And, it all takes place in our neighborhood. It was just as billed, “A Texas-Sized Weekend of Loud Pipes, Lead Sleds, Live Music and more…” The Continental Club is the big sponsor.

We decided since the party was in the street that the San Jose Bar (the best bar in town – my opinion) would be a little more calm. It was. It always is. They say it is where Texas meets Japan. I just love the smell of wisteria and the sound of rustling bamboo leaves. It is hard to beat.

All in all, I think that Aron will be back (soon) with Liz in toe. There is a boot store with her name on it and a bottle of wine in a bamboo garden calling her name. Next time, though I think it might be an all Mexican food weekend.

PS: We are eating nothing but salad for the next 2 weeks.