Texas is famous for barbecue that could make a grown cowboy weep. But at this little cafe, it wasn’t the brisket or ribs stealing the show. Nope.
It was a tower of golden, crunchy onion rings that had me reconsidering my life choices. Fluffy on the inside, crisp on the outside, and seasoned like they’d been whispered sweet nothings by the spice gods themselves, these rings didn’t just complement the meal.
They commanded it. Between bites of smoky Texas meat, I found myself more enchanted by the humble vegetable than anything else on the plate…