Road Kill BBQ
Seriously, that's the name of the booth I went to last night at the cookoff--Road Kill BBQ. Far from actual road kill, the food was quite good. Ever had quail? I hadn't but was pleasantly surprised that I liked it. Brisket, boudin, sausage, beans and potato salad. Now that's good eats.
Have you ever attended a cook-off? I hadn't either. I was a 36 year old, native Texan cook-off virgen until last night. As the recipient of VIP wristbands to Road Kill's soiree, I paid the gate admission, and went straight to the food booth. The time I was inside was like time spent with 500 perfect strangers in a shoe box. Nobody could move, and the little bit of extra space was taken up by the sound. It was crazy. The party was well under way when I got there at 7:30, and when I left at 11:00, there were girls dancing on the bar (think Coyote Ugly), with no sign of slowing down.
I was perplexed at the size of the crowd and the lack of identifying pink wristbands on all the partiers. Why were so many other booths deader than the morgue and Road Kill's was overflowing onto the tarmac?
Well, sports fans, experienced cook-off attendees know that they can go to any booth and pay admission. Your fancy dancy VIP wristband is good to get you into a specific area, but that's it. Evidently Road Kill throws a damn good party, cuz that's where everybody was.
I however, had to give in to my clausterphobic tendencies and eat in the beer garden. Yes it was damn cold for a Houston night, and my fingers were numb, but I had a table and a bench to sit on, plus a front row seat to the stage. Woo hoo! Live entertainment. Who'd of thunk I was gonna get dinner and a show?
Of course, after dining al fresco, we went to the carnival. We took a stroll around the midway, kind of mapping out our game plan. 3 Ferris wheels, 2 bumper cars, 6 spook/fun houses, 2 super slides, 2 roller coasters....In order to enjoy all that fun we needed nourishment. That's right it was funnel cake time!
As we checked out the topping options (powdered sugar, chocolate, syrup, honey, caramel, whipped cream, fruit and nuts), we noticed that they offered fried oreos. Fried oreos??!!
Why fry an oreo? An oreo in it's natural state is chock full of yummy goodness. Why fry it and mess with a good thing? Oreos do not need to be double stuffed, have flavored or colored fillings, be inside out or come in vanilla. And they most definitely do not need to be fried.
After a ride on the largest Ferris wheel, and after getting stuck at the top...why do Ferris wheels always stop when you're at the top?, it was time for beignets. Again with the topping options. We chose caramel and nuts, and took our gastronomic treasure back to the beer garden to check out the band. That's when things really got interesting.
The drunken revelers from the bbq booths had started to work their way outside. We saw an honest to goodness Bubba, complete with overalls, a lady wearing a hat made out of a Miller Lite box, a lady in a feather boa, people wearing all sorts of blinking accessories drinking out of light up glasses, one couple sporting matching Hawaiian leis, and people wearing mardi gras beads the size of golf balls. There was even a guy wearing a Dallas Cowboy jacket and orthopedic shoes. But noone as great as Mr. Harley-Davidson T-shirt.
Accompanied by his date who was stylishly wearing a southwestern print fleece blanket, Harley stopped at the beer garden to lend his support to the entertainment. We can only tell you that we saw The Band, led by The Guy, because there was nothing to identify the act. Harley, who could barely walk, was stomping his bum leg to one beat, while clapping to another, neither of which were the beat of the song. He came to sit at our table, and stood in front of us shaking his ass, and when he sat down next to Ms. Blanket, we could watch as he lovingly caressed his own leg.
Sadly, due to the cold and impending rain, the midway closed early, so we headed back to catch our shuttle bus to the parking lot. Our driver claimed to have finished 51 laps so far, and was proudly training for that great day when Nascar starts turning right.
If you're at the cook-off this weekend, check out Road Kill BBQ in booths 189 and 190. I'm sure the party's still going.
Have you ever attended a cook-off? I hadn't either. I was a 36 year old, native Texan cook-off virgen until last night. As the recipient of VIP wristbands to Road Kill's soiree, I paid the gate admission, and went straight to the food booth. The time I was inside was like time spent with 500 perfect strangers in a shoe box. Nobody could move, and the little bit of extra space was taken up by the sound. It was crazy. The party was well under way when I got there at 7:30, and when I left at 11:00, there were girls dancing on the bar (think Coyote Ugly), with no sign of slowing down.
I was perplexed at the size of the crowd and the lack of identifying pink wristbands on all the partiers. Why were so many other booths deader than the morgue and Road Kill's was overflowing onto the tarmac?
Well, sports fans, experienced cook-off attendees know that they can go to any booth and pay admission. Your fancy dancy VIP wristband is good to get you into a specific area, but that's it. Evidently Road Kill throws a damn good party, cuz that's where everybody was.
I however, had to give in to my clausterphobic tendencies and eat in the beer garden. Yes it was damn cold for a Houston night, and my fingers were numb, but I had a table and a bench to sit on, plus a front row seat to the stage. Woo hoo! Live entertainment. Who'd of thunk I was gonna get dinner and a show?
Of course, after dining al fresco, we went to the carnival. We took a stroll around the midway, kind of mapping out our game plan. 3 Ferris wheels, 2 bumper cars, 6 spook/fun houses, 2 super slides, 2 roller coasters....In order to enjoy all that fun we needed nourishment. That's right it was funnel cake time!
As we checked out the topping options (powdered sugar, chocolate, syrup, honey, caramel, whipped cream, fruit and nuts), we noticed that they offered fried oreos. Fried oreos??!!
Why fry an oreo? An oreo in it's natural state is chock full of yummy goodness. Why fry it and mess with a good thing? Oreos do not need to be double stuffed, have flavored or colored fillings, be inside out or come in vanilla. And they most definitely do not need to be fried.
After a ride on the largest Ferris wheel, and after getting stuck at the top...why do Ferris wheels always stop when you're at the top?, it was time for beignets. Again with the topping options. We chose caramel and nuts, and took our gastronomic treasure back to the beer garden to check out the band. That's when things really got interesting.
The drunken revelers from the bbq booths had started to work their way outside. We saw an honest to goodness Bubba, complete with overalls, a lady wearing a hat made out of a Miller Lite box, a lady in a feather boa, people wearing all sorts of blinking accessories drinking out of light up glasses, one couple sporting matching Hawaiian leis, and people wearing mardi gras beads the size of golf balls. There was even a guy wearing a Dallas Cowboy jacket and orthopedic shoes. But noone as great as Mr. Harley-Davidson T-shirt.
Accompanied by his date who was stylishly wearing a southwestern print fleece blanket, Harley stopped at the beer garden to lend his support to the entertainment. We can only tell you that we saw The Band, led by The Guy, because there was nothing to identify the act. Harley, who could barely walk, was stomping his bum leg to one beat, while clapping to another, neither of which were the beat of the song. He came to sit at our table, and stood in front of us shaking his ass, and when he sat down next to Ms. Blanket, we could watch as he lovingly caressed his own leg.
Sadly, due to the cold and impending rain, the midway closed early, so we headed back to catch our shuttle bus to the parking lot. Our driver claimed to have finished 51 laps so far, and was proudly training for that great day when Nascar starts turning right.
If you're at the cook-off this weekend, check out Road Kill BBQ in booths 189 and 190. I'm sure the party's still going.
posted by TrisaTx at
11:15 AM
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Ah, nice.
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