Autumn in Texas is now full blown: mountains of pumpkins – the fairy tale sort (Remember Cinderella’s majestic carriage? Bippity Boppity Boo!), the Halloween carved sort, the knobby sort, and the scraggly alien life form sort – line the supermarket fronts, roars of the mighty leaf blower now disturb the sleepy morning peace and the air now too cool to wear my usual garb – cotton shirt, jeans and open toed sandals. Coming from tropical and sub-tropical climates, my wardrobe is filled with those, cool enough to help fend off embarrassing sweaty armpit, which is sadly inevitable in the heat and humidity. Hence, I was happily forced to shop for new clothes, made to keep me toasty in the chilly weather (and hopefully not too warm to produce them sweaty pits), especially when out and about during the weekends.
These weekends are filled with Sunday mass (of course), mini-joyrides through our favorite farmers’ markets and supermarkets and restaurant hopping, including famous Texas BBQ joints like North Main BBQ in Euless, Texas. So, in as much as I wanted to parade my fall-winter wardrobe collection of freshly washed long sleeved shirts and knits for lunch at a BBQ joint, I dreaded the clean up of that unique fragrance that would permeate every piece, every fiber of clothing, including underwear.
“Better wear a sacrificial shirt.” egged The Husband. A shirt worth exposing to the elements of meat, smoke and spice. A shirt easily resurrected with a simple toss into the washer and a dash of fabric conditioner. And so I ditched the dainty knitted sweater and donned a grungy cotton shirt.
Hours after we left North Main BBQ with our bellies filled to the brim with all-we-could eat sweet succulent pork ribs, fatty smoked beef brisket: both chopped (of which the brisket was pulled, reduced to threads and cooked in a spice) and sliced, spiced chicken breast, sausages, hot ranch beans, coleslaw, potato salad, pickles and onions, plus all-we-could drink sweet tea and unlimited soft serve ice cream, we noticed a pungent smell that overpowered the rubber and metal perfume of our brand new leased car. I sniffed and sniffed as a hunting dog would, searching for the funk culprit inside the car.
“I know where the smell comes” said The Husband, whose sense of smell is the one as sharp as a hunting dog’s, “The pickles from North Main BBQ. The scent somehow clung to my shirt.”
I picked up my shirt’s collar and brought it to my nose. Sniff! Deep inhale. Sniff! “How come my shirt doesn’t smell of pickles? My shirt (and undershirt) smells of North Main BBQ!”
Thank God I listened to The Husband’s advice: When eating at a Texas BBQ joint, only wear what you can wash.
North Main BBQ
406 North Main
Euless, TX 76039
Friday and Saturday – 11AM to 9PM
Sunday – 11AM to 4PM
Delirious about delicious,
P.S. Worth noting that North Main BBQ has a no doggie bag policy. Bawal balot! But you will definitely take home the restaurant’s distinct BBQ aroma. That’s for sure!