Friday, October 7, 2011
Chowing Down In Cowtown
109 East Exchange Ave.
Fort Worth, TX
If you were ever going to find a place that has a good way with a slab of meat, you’ve got to figure it would be in the old Fort Worth stockyards.
Where rough and tumble authentic cowboys under the blazing Texas sun would drive cattle up from the Rio Grande Valley along the Chisholm Trail. No showers, no beds, no booze, no, um, entertainment, for weeks at a time. These boys rode into old “Cowtown” dirty, hot, sweaty, thirsty – and hungry.
Among other things.
And as one tourist guide politely calls it, “find felicitous companionship.”
It gets lonely out there on that dusty trail, you know.
It comes from Wal-Mart.
It’s mostly tourists now who roam East Exchange Street in the 102 degree noonday sun in search of a good juicy burger and ice cold long necks.
A century old building like Pearl’s Brothel is now “Pearl’s Dancehall.”
There’s even a fake “cattle drive” staged twice a day as “cowboys” parade a small herd of longhorns around the Stockyards in a big circle while the tourists drink beer and snap pictures.
Good microbrews can be hard to find in Texas, so I appreciated the excellent suggestion.
They were so good I immediately regretted my decision to order a burger for lunch. I know I’m in the stockyards, but forget the beef. Next time I’m just ordering the ribs!
The bacon, cheese, Thousand Island portion of the burger was thicker than the beef itself, somewhat overwhelming the flavor of the burger.
But hey, if you’ve been paying attention to this blog, you know I’m never going to complain about too much bacon. The ratio was just a little off.
As a sausage connoisseur, I just couldn’t resist the urge to try H3’s smoked sausage link on the side. It came in a black iron skillet sizzling off the fire. This sausage was juicy and peppery – top notch.