Coming from South Carolina, I arrived in Dallas in 1984 and was shocked at what they called barbecue in Texas. It wasn’t pig meat. It was beef. And the sauce wasn’t vinegar based. Years passed before I could choke down a chopped beef sandwich. Eventually, I found Texas BBQ that didn’t leave me crying for pulled pork—Sonny Bryan’s in Dallas; Angelo’s in Fort Worth. Th

July 2010
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- Wichita Whore War
- Crossed Sabres
- Why does Virgil Earp get so little credit as an Old West lawman?
- Are tumbleweeds not native to America?
- What did a cowboy do with his rifle when it was illegal to carry them into towns?
- Did cowboys really pull pack animals by holding a rope tied to their saddle horn?
- When did belt loops become common?
- How did the Mountain Men cook beaver tails?
- Stay on Target When Collecting Gun Shots
- Dreams of Gold on the Starvation Trail
- Calgary’s “Exotic” Stampede
- Joe McNeill
- Bandera, Texas
- The Digital Frontier
- Ethnic Fare
- The Functional Side of Cowboy Boots
- What’s in His Head?
- The Best BBQ Joints in Texas