The week before last we ordered takeout pizza that was neither good enough nor bad enough to write about. We've been getting our pizza fix via the frozen section at Whole Foods and Central Market. We're really missing Bottom's Up and Mary Angela's.
So I'll tell you where we went this weekend: Riscky's Barbeque. If you've been to Texas or have watched the Food Network, you most likely know that barbeque here isn't a noun so much as it is a verb. It really refers to meat — any kind of meat, really — cooked over an open flame. I'm a HUGE fan of the vinegary North Carolina-style of BBQ, so I didn't think I'd like Texas-style. I also was turned off by the absence of anything green on the menu (a side salad doesn't count in my book) and something called Riscky Dust (the name reminds me of the nasty Love Sauce that I can still taste from Love Shack).
But I have to say I rather liked Riscky's. Having been advised against the pulled pork (since it wouldn't taste anything like pulled pork in Virginia), I got the chopped beef brisket sandwich. The meat was very tender. The sauce was a tad sweet, but not overly. My side of potato salad was more like mashed potatoes with mustard. Not so good. If we go again, I'll get the fried okra or pay extra for a side of green beans. Tim got a meat sampler of some sort and was not in love with his beef ribs. Other pluses: Our waitress was so nice, our food came out pretty quickly and the decor kept Nigel amused.
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