All year is the season, really.

Barbeque smoke floating like silk on spring air caught me earlier today, and I was glad when we followed that rich scent of barely-hot post-oak down the street and around the corner to one of the best pits in Texas.

Chicken. Sausage. Brisket. Pulled pork.

We shared.

Not Lenny's

Needs

I need a trip to Lenny's.