Men's Health posted a poll yesterday on the Manliest Restaurant in America, where you're all invited to cast your vote for restaurants in nine different categories.
As always, with bated breath (and a knowing swagger), we had to see if there were any Texas restaurants. There better be, amIright? Because there's nothing more manly that barbecue in Texas, as demonstrated in the photo above.
Well, two spots made the cut. Tim Love's Woodshed Smokehouse in Cowtown is up for manliest barbecue joint. And, as Blankenship reported, they do serve some straight fat, which is about as burly as a man can get.
From the Men's Health pulpit:
"... At Woodshed, Love's 14,000-square-foot barbecue complex, he's smoking BBQ that he and his customers think taste good. That's it. His menu includes oak-smoked red fish, game birds, and heads of cauliflower. It takes balls for a well-established BBQ baron like Love to move the world of barbecue forward. Call him a smoked-protein progressive.
What's even better is that Smokehouse is designed to make friends. The entire facility opens to the great outdoors. Long picnic tables overlook the Trinity River. The long bar hosts 25 on-tap craft beers, so go ahead, slide one down to the pretty little lady at the end. Then dance with her to the live bands that rock the stage. "It's like one huge backyard party," says Love."
But do they know about the Mayo thing? What the heck is the deal with the mayo fascination?
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Even manlier is the nomination of Cattleman's Steakhouse in Fabens, Texas.
"Wild West chain restaurants, you have nothing on Cattleman's. This restaurant sits on a sprawling 32,000-acre ranch. They crank the country music -- real country music. They even have a dining room where coyotes come up to the window to peer in as you eat your steaks. And this place defines rural: They don't have access to an email address. (They had to FedEx us pictures of their restaurant.) Remote? Yes. Worth the road trip? Definitely."
Coyotes in the window? Take that, Mayo.
Fabens is tucked in the almost-farthest western point of our state, just southeast of Ciudad Juarez, where Interstate 10 glides along the border. The city itself is a strip of manicured green squares, straddled by desert. Sounds adventurous. And very manly. Let's pack.