It was an interesting day. It was February and hot; my morning walk left me sweating like it was August. Before the day was half-over I had witnessed a fistfight over the value of Donovan McNabb in 2004. I almost bought a wine glass that purported to hold an entire bottle of wine before realizing that I would never actually use the thing. I baked a cake. Later in the afternoon I saw Jonathan Gold in person for the first time, not at a restaurant (I'd always secretly hoped to first spot him eating at a KFC or something) but rather a store specializing in all things dinosaur.
So when my friend Carla called me and asked if I wanted to go to lunch, I did not bother to ask why she was not working on a Tuesday, I just said sure. We talked briefly about what we wanted; I said Chinese or barbecue, which is pretty much what I feel like for every non-pizza meal.
"It seems like whenever we get barbecue we go to Zeke's," she said.
"So let's do it again," I replied.
We headed up to Montrose in the mid-afternoon. There was only one other table occupied, and by the time we finished lunch we would be the only customers in the house.
I wasn't in a beer mood but Carla ordered a Shiner Bock without hesitation and I switched from my iced tea idea. "I'll take one, too." It could have been colder, but still tasted nice on a warm February afternoon, the sunlight bouncing off a car just outside the window and forcing me to wear sunglasses for the whole meal.
I wasn't entirely sure what "Lunch Starters" meant - I figured it meant appetizers, but some of the listed items came with side dishes, too. Whatever. Catfish bites sounded good so we decided to order the plate to split. It advertised coming with Zeke's "sweet & sour cole slaw," which I've always loved.
"What about the cole slaw?" I asked.
"We serve them with fries," the waiter replied. "So it's like fish & chips."
(Has anyone else noticed a trend lately of restaurants advertising their food one way and serving it another? This is the third time in 2012 I have experienced that, and all three times I have been given the same shoulder shrug of a response when I've brought it up.)
What I ended up taking home with me: half of the pork, plenty of brisket, one piece of catfish and all the fries.