This past Friday, Food Club ventured past Flushing to a part of Brooklyn so remote you have to take an airplane to get to the nearest subway. A huge lunch was had at Micklethwaite Craft Meats in Austin, Texas. I will leave it to Dave to comment on the brisket and the jalapeno cheese grits and bespoke handcrafted artisinal sausages.
What the heck is this? It's like a ball of pizza dough. It's like the Michelin Man made of raw pizza dough. It gets inside and then it jiggles around and finds a place to hang out, and then it ain't goin' nowheres. If you have to walk eight miles to get water, this is the kind of thing you need to be eating. But if you are sitting in a bar listening to swing music, it might cause drowsiness.