Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Damn Goode for Big City Barbeque
Goode Company Barbeque
5109 Kirby Dr.
Houston is a big city. I mean, a really, REALLY BIG city.
It takes at least an hour to drive from one side to the other – without traffic. And there is ALWAYS traffic in Houston.
It’s so big, I once caught a flight from Houston Hobby Airport to…
Now THAT is big!
But that’s okay. Texans like big things.
And no matter how fast-paced and cosmopolitan of a city you find yourself within the borders of the Lone Star state, Texans always make sure to let you know you’re still in Texas.
That fact always comes to mind whenever I find myself at Goode Company Barbeque.
But part of what makes Texas such a great nation is that you can find it here too.
Smack dab in the urban hell of sprawling Houston.
This is Big City Barbeque.
If sitting in the horrendous traffic on Kirby Drive makes you forget you are in Texas, you’re reminded as soon as you park your car.
“You might give some serious thought to thanking your lucky stars you’re in Texas!”
You can also get that timeless bit of wisdom emblazoned on Goode’s T-shirts, coffee mugs and to go boxes of whole pecan pies.
The set-up is classic Texas.
The smell of meat slowly smoldering over mesquite. Guns, beer signs and other rustic décor inside. Beers iced down in an old fashioned tub.
If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear you were in La Grange.
That is, except for all the dresses, suit skirts, ties and Cole Haan dress shoes in line with you.
A trio of indecisive suit-wearing high-rise office dwellers on their lunch break in line behind me tapped me on the shoulder and asked me if the jalapeño sausage was too spicy.
You know you’re in the big city when the locals turn to Suit757 – dressed in a suit – to ask for advice on what’s good here.
They’re asking me?
But I don’t get asked for advice by locals anywhere else I go.
More like stared at suspiciously.
I’m always subject of the ubiquitous, “You ain’t from around here are ya?”
The perpetual out-of-place out-of-towner. The object of the collective head swivel. The guy at Cheers whose name nobody knows. The suit at the pool party.
Suit757, we’re not in Lockhart anymore.
“Naw, the jalapeño sausage isn’t too spicy. You’ll love it,” I confidently declared. “And don’t forget your pecan pie. It’s legendary!”
“Great. Thanks,” my fellow suit-wearer said.
After a brief pause, “This is our first time.”
I can’t tell you how hard it was to resist the urge to smugly reply, “Yeah, I can tell.”
Frosty Shiner Bocks, Lone Stars and Coors Lights all looked tantalizing laying there snugly in their icy beds.
But alas, Suit757 was working today, like everyone else in line.
So I opted for what I thought was a good compromise – a St. Arnold’s beer.
While a St. Arnold Root Beer can’t compare to an Elissa IPA, I liked the idea I was supporting the folks who do such a good job putting a smile on my face once my Suit757 workday is done.
By the time I toted my tray of Texas barbeque to a vacant end of one of Goode’s picnic tables, I only had ten minutes to enjoy my lunch before I had to snap back to reality and negotiate Houston traffic for my 2pm meeting.
But it was the best ten minutes of my day.
When in Texas, you get brisket.
Goode’s brisket was thin sliced and fall-apart tender. Like beef transfigured into butter. Delicious under a thin coating of Goode’s famous sweet tomato-based sauce.
That sauce also covered the jalapeño sausage which was sliced diagonally into big bite sized ovals of smoked meat.
It tasted great, but I was disappointed in the lack of spice. Either the cleaver guy gave me the wrong kind of sausage or my link just didn’t have much jalapeño.
Believe it or not, the spiciest item on my plate was the bread – jalapeño cheese bread impaled into the meat with a plastic spike. Soft Texas toast infused with bits of cheese and peppers, my jalapeño cheese bread was perfect for lapping up that extra sauce and grease.
But man can not live on bread and meat alone.
You can’t come to Goode’s without getting some of their famous over-the-top sides.
Like Texas jambalaya.
Houston shares a lot in common gastronomically with its neighbor to the east, Louisiana.
It’s not hard to find Cajun specialties like gumbo and jambalaya here in “The Bayou City”.
Goode’s Texas version of jambalaya is mostly rice with some peppers, onions and smoky ham mixed in. Trust me, you won’t find that on the menu in Lockhart.
You won’t find anything resembling Goode’s baked beans either.
These beans have no relation to any other you’ve ever tried. In fact, the beans are a mere afterthought compared to the peppers, onion, bacon and stewed apples that make up this incredible recipe.
The spice of the peppers, the savory smokiness of the bacon and the sweetness of the apples create a Mardi Gras of flavor in every bite. Absolutely delicious!
You sit shoulder to shoulder with your fellow diners and make small talk about how good the food is.
When I finally sat down to eat at 1:41pm I thought about how I didn’t have much time for conversation today.
At 1:45 a couple blue collar black guys joined me across the picnic table.
Fearing that my frantic chewing and gastrological grunts might be taken for rudeness, I explained that I had a 2pm meeting I had to get to.
“I don’t think you’re going to make it,” the older gentleman said.
“Well, being late isn’t an option. But leaving any of this great food behind isn’t an option either,” I said as I further accelerated my food shoveling.
I think they were impressed with the eating capacity of this white boy in a suit as we made conversion about baseball and the hapless Astros between chews and swallows.
As I miraculously arrived at my meeting at exactly 2:00, popped a breath mint in my mouth and checked my teeth in the rear view mirror for jalapeño remnants, I thought to myself, “Suit757, you need to slow down and relax.”
Some day I’ll be able to leisurely mingle under the Texas live oaks out in some wildflower-lined Lone Star countryside, food slowly digesting -- and even go back for seconds of that legendary pecan pie.
But not now. Not in Houston. Not with my Suit757 schedule.
As long as I’m still working to pay “the man”, Big City Barbeque will have to do.
Rating: Bought the Shirt! (Or at least I would have, if I had time)