I know some of you get a trifle miffed when I venture off topic, but I can’t help but mention the major fire that took place yesterday morning at Franklin’s Barbecue, an Austin mecca I finally was able to visit last year.
This is my favorite part of the aftermath.
Once the fire was out, Franklin offered briskets to the firefighters. There were 110 finished ones sitting in the warmers unharmed, but without any utilities in the building, Franklin couldn’t exactly serve them. The firefighters said they weren’t allowed to accept them, but I wouldn’t blame any of Austin’s finest if they were having brisket for dinner.
In fact, if they didn’t, they’s crazy.