I can’t come to Texas without having barbecue – specifically brisket, with lots of sauce.
My favorite spot is the Railhead BBQ in Ft Worth, where the brisket is melt-in-your-mouth tender, with just the right hint of smokiness, and the sauce is thick and tangy. I’m not a huge fan of their sides (cole slaw, beans, etc), so I generally stick to a sliced beef sandwich, no pickles or mustard, with plenty of sauce to pour over. As sandwiches go, this is hard to beat.
Eating at Railhead feels like a real Texas experience: the walls are exposed planks covered with signs and neon, the floor is concrete, and the tables and chairs are bare-bones, though you generally don’t get a good look at them since the place is always crowded with an array of patrons. There are the expected cowboy boot-clad Texans, of course, but also businessmen in suits, retired couples out to lunch, and several contingents from the local Air Force base, in uniforms and flight suits.
Don’t forget to order a beer – they’re served in icy schooners that look like something Henry VIII would have appreciated; I had to use two hands just to pick mine up. I don’t have a great frame of reference, but it seems like $2 for an enormous glass of Ziegen Bock has to be a pretty good deal.
I think I managed to drink about 50 cents worth: