I recently had a most-glorious dream!
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In it, I was having one of those classic New York bad days where everything just feels unnecessarily hard and slightly gross. I was walking down Flatbush Avenue with my home state, Texas, on my mind when suddenly I came upon the unmistakable scent of brisket. In the distance appeared a warm, familiar neon sign that read "Shiner." As I came closer, I realized that what had recently been an empty storefront in Park Slope was now a fully-operational Texas barbecue restaurant. 90s country music rang out over a happy room where a rocking chair, fitted with a Texas longhorn flag, sat in the corner.
Merely beholding this site was enough to lift my spirits, but I was soon invited in by the restaurant's owner to sit down and partake in massive portions of pork, chicken, brisket, potato salad, collard greens, and cole slaw -- all FREE. OF. CHARGE. I ate feverishly and drank glass after glass of sweet tea. As I left, I thanked the staff profusely, and I wondered if God had put that restaurant there just for me.
And then I saw the Loch Ness monster.
But, guys, get this...
...I wasn't dreaming.
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Every single one of those things happened to me.
On our way to the subway on a really crappy Friday, Daniel and I stumbled upon Morgan's Barbecue. They weren't even open yet, but they were doing a FREE TASTING. This is what that meant:
ARE WE ALL SEEING THIS?!
Daniel and I were served a delicious dinner that tasted just like home -- totally free. Free, y'all. FREE.
And by the way, it really was tremendous. We spoke with one of the owners who had recently migrated from Texas (hey, we did that too!). He used to work at Franklin Barbecue in Austin, a place so famous for the things they do with meat that it regularly looks like this:
So yeah, you know they are making some damn good barbecue at Morgan's. We were huge fans of the crazy tender brisket and semi-sweet tea.
Anyway, my life was made by Morgan's, and when they open on September 5th, you should all go there (267 Flatbush Avenue) and show them some love. They don't have a website or Twitter or Facebook or ANYTHING, but when they do, I will make sure to send you all their way.
Oh, and also, The Elbow Room, an artisanal macaroni and cheese restaurant, will have a counter attached to Morgan's...sooooo life is perfect.
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I found her at Marshall's.
Has anything miraculous happened in your world lately? Free food? Monster sightings? Tell me!