Sunday, March 13, 2011
Fenoglio Station and a bowl of crap
In the city, I am not so fond of barbecue joints like "Bone Daddy's" and the like, where more thought went into choosing a name for marketing appeal than goes into the food or the service. That crossed my mind as we pulled into the lot at Fenoglio Station. But so often when it is time to select a restaurant, I say to David, "You pick" and then I disagree with his choice. I didn't argue this time.
I am not sure what all the "station" portion of the Fenoglio empire includes, but the barbecue and restaurant part of the business is done right.
We sat at the counter. The menu is posted on the wall. As we perused the menu, we struck up a conversation with the gentleman next to us. He informed us that he eats breakfast and lunch there every day. He was eating a bowl of crap. From their website:
One of Robert’s specialties is the Bowl of Crap. Some years ago a firefighter from Fort Worth asked for his homemade beans with grilled onions and jalapenos. In a future visit, the firefighter asked if some of Robert’s incredible brisket could be placed on top. Whenever the firefighter returned and was asked what he wanted he replied, “The same crap I had last time.” And thus, the bowl of crap caught on. It’s a bargain at under $5.
Today, Robert serves the Ultimate Bowl of Crap, which is his homemade beans smothered in grilled onions, grilled jalapenos, hamburg, brisket and sausage.
Delicious barbecue, and the ladies who run the place were delightful. The place was full of what appeared to be regulars, except for us. They close at 2:30, so get your lunch on early. Definitely worth the stop.