Oh my dearie readers. Oh all of our dearie readers. Several weeks ago, Her Eminence and I, your humble Vicomtesse (the humblest, I assure you) visited our favorite barbecue joint, an amazing community organization-cum-restaurant named Po’Shines, in order to eat fine, fine barbecue sandwiches. And oh lord, did we. Rather than opting for the plebeian pulled pork sandwich (which we love, truly), we both ordered a beef brisket sandwich and a few sides, like the amazing fried okra, hushpuppies, and this flyer:
Okay, so we didn’t exactly order the flyer, but there it was, on our table, for us to peruse while we waited, eyeing each others’ arms, starving. JUST STARVING.
Having been to the delightful Po’Shines plenty of times before, we knew we were in for the very best. Speaking only as the Vicomtesse, I do not believe I’ve gotten the beef brisket sandwich before, so I was especially excited.
Just like last time, because we’d eaten out, our preparation consisted only of sitting there, sobbing over a lack of food in our bellies pre-meal. And the preparatory obesity flyer. Of course. It, ah, belongs at every table, of course!
V: I found the coleslaw atop the brisket to be a bit too sour-mayonnaise-y, and there was a lot of it. Believe me, I love a sour balance to a rich meaty flavor (why does everything I type sound disgusting) but I did away with much of the coleslaw. THAT SAID. This beef brisket barbecue sandwich was phenomenal. Really. The bun (classic white-bread hoagie roll) was perfect and only started falling apart at the very last. The barbecue sauce was not too sweet and not too thick. DELICIOUS, Y’ALL.
E: It was f***ing delicious. WHEW
[ed note: we did not initially include our final question, which for the uninitiated is “did you immediate want another of this sandwich?” In this case the answer is a resounding “yes” from both parties.]