When son Austin and his pup Guinness showed up one Saturday not long ago, we gave him the choice of a luxurious multi-course dinner at the Mandola Winery, or BBQ at the Salt Lick. He chose Salt Lick. As it was the 4th of July, it seemed appropriate. I felt a little guilty for not wanting to crank up our grill just for the three of us on such a hot day, and thought we'd be about the only ones there, but boy howdy, that place was packed!
The Salt Lick is an institution in the Hill Country, and people drive from all around to eat here (and they'll even mail the stuff to you if you can't get here). It was so named because a salt lick is a place where animals congregate, and if you were to show up on a fall evening after a UT home game, you would see just how appropriate that is. My only disappointment this visit was that the young guy who's usually out in the courtyard where people wait for a table, making fresh squeezed lemonade, was nowhere to be seen. Truth be told, I look forward to the lemonade even more than the barbecue.
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