It is so hot in LA right now — even here on the windy(er) West side, that I feel like I’ve got a fever, and the only cure is beef brisket. Especially if it comes from Dr. Hogly Wogly’s Tyler Texas Bar B Que in Van Nuys, CA. (Also the porn capital of the U.S., but that’s a cure for another kind of fever.)
If you are unfamiliar with this cut of meat beloved by Jewish grandmothers and Texas BBQ enthusiasts alike, I like this description from the Chicago Tribune test kitchens: “Brisket is a chewy, cheap cut of beef redolent of the gristled basket from which it takes its name.” (That would be the gut basket, I think, of a cow. YUM!)
I was lucky enough to attend the Mother of all Rosh Hashanah dinners at the home of uber-hosts Betsy and Eric last weekend, and Hogly Wogly brisket was also in attendance. It’s fall-off-your-fork tender, with a smoky, subtle sweetness and just a hint of vinegar to keep things interesting. Eric (the goyim, no less!) made textbook-perfect kugel and potato pancakes WITH fixins — oy gevalt you should all eat so well. L’shanah tovah!
Oh and just FYI — I had a hard time seeing anything on the Wogly website while using a Mac, had much better luck with a PC. C’mon Doc Hogly, that’s hardly democratic. Mac folk are BBQ lovers too!