My granddad loved cooking barbecue and seeing people happy. He loved being at the pit, smoking briskets, ribs, chicken etc… He also loved being at the stove over a pot mixing up his sauce. One thing that we never really mention is that he also loved to eat barbecue.
When I say eat, I am not just talking about his own food. My granddad enjoyed eating other people’s food. Wiley’s BBQ was one of his favorite places to go get barbecue. A small restaurant on east 4th street in Lubbock, Texas, it’s just a drive thru, but he enjoyed their brisket and ribs. Once he moved to Austin, he would frequent Bill Miller’s. Sam’s was another place he would go to quiet often. I remember driving him over there almost every time I came to visit.
Awhile back a friend of mine shared a short Stubb story with me. While displaying a few Stubb’s products at a BBQ competition, a restaurant owner came up to him. He noticed all of the product and told my friend how he met my granddad. He said years ago Mr. Stubbs came to his restaurant to eat. The place hadn’t been open long. Stubb ordered his food and didn’t talk much while he ate. Once he was done, he paid and was headed out the door. Before he could get out the door the guy stopped him and asked, “How was it?” He said my granddad looked at him, smiled and said, “You’re going to make it!”