I have been a gastronomic opportunist and omnivore most of my life, however this week things were elevated significantly on a lunchtime run to Lockhart where we pulled off one of the greatest feats of culinary gluttony ever.
We pulled into Smitty's where Mike pointed out the open fire on the floor, and the creosote that hung from the ceiling in a primordial nod to the ceremony that was about to go down. I'm fairly certain that OSHA has never been anywhere near the place.
First up were the end-cut smoked pork chops and sausage. This adequately set the stage for the meat melee that was to transpire. They were without question the best pork chops that I have ever had in my life.
Next up was Black's which was just around the corner......we drove. This is apparently the oldest family owned barbecue joint in Texas. We opted for the brisket and sausage. This was also staggeringly good. We had to keep reminding ourselves that this was a marathon and not a sprint.
The Brisket melted in your mouth and had the best crust of any cut of meat that I have ever had.
Lesser men probably would have stopped here; wiser men definitely would have. But we had inertia and mass in our favor at this point and went on to Kreuz for the treat of smoked prime rib and sausage. This was the newest of the establishment and although the food was authentic and amazing it lacked the patina and character of the other two. They also seemed to have a serious aversion to 'roller skating of any kind'. We opted for the smoked prime rib, which was sublime as it danced upon our taste buds. The sausage I have absolutely no recollection of, as I began to drift if not in and out of consciousness at least coherence. 
It was at this point that we decided to head back to Smitty's for a scoop of Blue Bell butter pecan ice cream as our final coup in Lockhart before heading back to Wimberley.
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