The Adventures of Fric and Frac: Adventure 90: Pecan Grove RV Park/Austin, TX/Post J

Top Drawer BBQ.

We planned to forego our normal TacoDaily start in favor of Franklin BBQ. We got the the BBQ at 11:15 A.M (They open at 11).We were so far down the line, that the nice gal came out and said we couldn't be guaranteed food even if we waited for the 21/2 hours for the line to move into the shack. so we hemmed and hawed and hemmed a little more before we decided on plan B. Tomorrow, I've arranged a Tai Chi lesson at 8 A.M. I'm dropping off my sacrificial Hunny Bunny with her chair, her coffee, a blanket, some cash, a credit card, and her knitting at 7:30 A.M. (She should be first in line). Then I'm dashing off to my class, which ends at ten, picking up the Ulmen's (Who will have their bags packed), and we're dashing back to Franklin to join Judy and to see what all the fuss is about. Several folks have told us about Franklin. Their schtick is to cook great BBQ, sell it until it's gone, and repeat the performance the next day. We've driven by three times, including today. This is the first time they've been open (And still we were too late). This morning, instead of Franklin, we beat feet down the the Easy Tiger for a very excellent sandwich. We then cruised 6th street for a nice Gordough's sugar donut, stopped off at Stubbs to check on the music for the evening shift, and then we toured the capital, which included a trip through the Texas state history museum. Let's just say, we don't learn much of the history of Texas up in the Pacific Northwest. I now understand a little better why these Texans are so fiercely proud of their state. Part of its history includes being an Independent Republic complete with Presidents and the like. In the Northwest, I think we learned most of our Texas history from Hollywood movies that were shot in Arizona or Palm Springs and that Davy Crockett died at the Alamo. The real history is fascinating, broad, has roots far back in time. For dinner, we ate at Chuy's, a very nice Tex-Mex place a half block from the Pecan Grove. Then we dashed off to the Saxn Pub for happy hour. Judy wasn't even close to the oldest babe in the bar. The silvery grey hairs were flying off the dance floor like sparkling jiggle watts. The band, led by a guitar player named Denny Freeman who used to play in Dylan's band, was tight and experienced, and of course LOUD. They played an eclectic set of cover songs, all of which had the wide hips and sagging fronts of the old hipsters shucking and jiving. It was quite a sight. For a nightcap, we scampered across the street to a little club called the One2One and listened to a young amateur jazz singer named Sarah. She was sweet, and she glittered in her long sequin gown as she swayed to the rhythms of her band . Now, we're snuggled up in our little Frac readying ourselves for our planned onslaught to see what all the fuss is about at Franklin's. The sun shined today in Austin, it was warmer than it has been, and the wind was light, so all in all life is good, especially today.