So while we were in Texas, Rick and I decided to take some time to ourselves and get away from the jewelry conference so we could have a bit of a date. The hotel concierge recommended dinner at a place called Riscky’s Barbecue.
We took the hotel shuttle to the restaurant. It was located in a great entertainment and business district in Fort Worth. The place had a rustic feel — exactly what you would picture in Texas — complete with lots of men in cowboy hats. We glanced through the menu which was a meat lover’s paradise. Pulled pork, fried catfish, smoked sausage, and of course, beef brisket. Beef is Texas’s idea of barbecue — which is blasphemous to a Carolina girl.
Even if I was open to giving Texas BBQ a try, I don’t eat beef. Therefore, I ordered the pulled pork sandwich. We got the barbecue sauce in a bottle for us to control the amount on our food. It came in a Corona bottle. The sauce tasted like a watery version of ketchup. Really, the only difference between the ketchup and this sauce was the consistency. It was very tomato based and sweet. Not a fan. Regardless, it was trying something new. And in the course of the experience I learned that the only place I can simply request barbecue in a restaurant is in North Carolina.