I asked her how the brisket was. She replied, “rich” with lifeless elucidation. I became dissonant in my recollection of why I asked her in the first place. I must have been appropriating social norms in an unconscious effort to bestow interest in someone else’s prose. A smile, a healthy handshake or twinkle of the eye (behind your mask) gesture. Formalities. Her opinion meant less than 0% to me.
I’m starving. And I, of course, came here for the brisket. Here is TT’s Old Iron Brewery & BBQ. I am not here to make friends or flirt with the open aired kitchen chefs with buff hind quarters and predominantly swine influenced tattoos. I’m taken up. Baby daddy is right here. He will have the beer, and I, of course, am here for the meat.
Do yourself a favor; Get here before they open (noon), because the line will be out the door, and the tables are first come first served.
We tried a litter of sides including the cornbread, coleslaw, pinto beans and mac and cheese.
I would order all of them again, except the beans. They fell flat. Perhaps they were made by an enthusiastic cashier?
Never mind the beans. I told you, we are here for one thing. The brisket is decadently dripping though the pillowy swaddle of bun. A hint of smokey sweetness from the peppery sauce. A drip down the chin. All you can do is smile. No formality here. Rip off the napkin rack and viciously attack your prize. Victory is yours. She’s right, It’s rich alright. And I’m good with that.
Disclaimer: baby daddy said he likes the beans.
Where else can I get quality grub in Spokane? I’m so glad you asked..
- For sushi – Umi Kitchen and Bar
- Oktoberfest spread with great German beer? YA Dahling! – Das Stein Haus
- Hankering for that acaí bowl fix? Go to The Wellness Tree in the Perry District.
