On my last full day in Texas for this trip, what else could I do but get some barbecue? My brother vouched for the excellence of Hard Eight BBQ
in Coppell, and he was dead on. With the way I've eaten down here, it's a good thing I'm leaving on Tuesday.
For the meat you order by the pound. Be careful.
The chicken poppers--mesquite smoked chicken wrapped with green pepper, onion, and bacon--were unbelievably good. I may regret having to work off this meal, but it was delicious.
Even the taxidermied animals are excited about the Rangers and their bid to win the World Series.
Labels: food, on the road, Texas, traveling, vacation