So our Valentine's Day plan was to run 4 miles and meet at McDonald's for a Shamrock Shake. So romantic.
Actually we celebrated Valentine's Day on February 4th. My favorite restaurant is closing, and it is small. I don't like eating on top of other people, and I didn't want to have to deal with a special menu when I wanted something off the regular one, so I asked D if we could go on the 4th. We would have gone on the 18th but they are closing on the 17th. So one last Tres Leches Cake and we had a nice time.
Monday at 130am I woke up. D wasn't home yet from work (don't ask), and I texted him. Then I started watching some food show on TV. To my horror, the chef put unseasoned ribs on a pan, threw barbecue sauce on them and stuck them in the oven for an hour. I think I cried for the pig that gave up his life to have ribs ruined like that. So then I had a taste for ribs.
Tuesday, I threw out the idea of going to my now-favorite place (Fox Bros), or to a beer-and-donut tasting. The Shamrock Shake idea didn't seem to be doing it for me. We went to Fox Bros last year, and D picked it again this year. At lunch we discussed our present we are getting for each other...a gas grill (you can't do ribs on a gas grill, but every once in a while a grilled burger is nice), to go with our charcoal kettle.
As I drove home I tried to figure out if I was going to go run before we ate (hahahaha). Then I tried to figure out what I was going to have. As much as I like the place, I'm not a fan of the ribs because I don't like baby backs. I'm a spare rib gal. So I decided upon smoked chicken and brisket and Fox-a-roni (Brunswick Stew and Macaroni and Cheese mixed together). Got home and then we were off.
We decided on Texas Fries. I thought about the Stuffed Jalapenos (with cheese and pulled pork). But chopped brisket with sauce, jalapenos, and cheese over fries, with a side of ranch won out. Oh we hadn't had these in a long time. Oh they were good. Oh my pants were getting tight.
I still hadn't decided on what to get (I'm a woman, I change my mind often). D informed me he was not taking anything home. The gauntlet had been thrown. Challenge! We talked about Frito Pie as a side. Neither of us got it. We both got the Fox Bros Burger and I got Fox-a-roni, while D got tater tots.
The burger was as good as the first time I had it, when it wasn't on the menu, but a special. It was a toasted bun with a bunch of chopped brisket on it. Pimento cheese was melted on top of it. I can't bring myself to eat pimento cheese anywhere else, but here, and only on the burger. It was hot and bubbling.
The 2 slices of thick bacon were as long as from my wrist to my elbow. I folded them over so that they were on the burger. D and I traded tomatoes and onions. I ate the pickles off my burger. The jalapeno mayo...it had started to melt from the heat from the cheese. Oh wow! And I hadn't even tasted it yet!
I bit into this and the flavors all meshed together and choirs sang! Oh! Wow!
Every last bite was eaten. The bottom of the tray was scraped clean. There was no evidence I ever ate any of it.
Until today...with a 3 pound gain on the scale. Worth every damn bite.
*Fox Bros didn't pay me to write this. I don't work there or do anything for their company. I am friends with one of them on Facebook.