Lloyd and I went to Lincoln on Sunday to run some errands and attend his staff Christmas party in the evening. Lloyd and Joel (from school) needed to pick up some shelves Lloyd bought at an auction, but first we all had lunch at Southwest Pit BBQ.
Lloyd and I waited in the parking lot for a little bit, and in the rearview mirror I saw a guy wearing a backpack and a Santa hat approach the restaurant. He stopped and lingered by a little metal trailer, and naturally I thought that he might be a homeless man peeing. (That would have been the second I’ve seen in my life.) But no, he was smoking a cigarette, and when he was done, he went inside.
Turns out, he was one of the cooks.
I was intrigued by how tiny the place is: it has one picnic table inside that could seat 6, two little round tables that seat three, and one table that seats two. Imagine a building that’s about 25′ by 25′, divide it in half, and there’s the place. Half kitchen, half seating. It is also freezing cold inside.
They smoke all their meats, and I thought it was fantastic. Lloyd and Joel said that the wings were better than other wings they’ve had, but the pork and brisket were just comparable. I think they are crazy.
I loved the way everything was served – set in the middle of a foil square with the sides folded up. Fold ’em down and there’s your plate.
I was feeling good and happy about my life until some cool college kids walked in and reminded me that I’m old. One was a beautiful girl who has no idea that one day she’ll grow older and despise the youth of others.
(Not that I despised her specifically, but I did think her boots had some unnecessary fastenings. Seriously? Ties and buckles and zippers? Are you worried someone will steal them or that they will fall off your feet?)
Back to the review: Good food. Bring a sweater. Oh, and there’s no bathroom inside. (Or outside, either.)