Franklin Barbecue

The guy across the street from Franklin Barbecue is called the chair guy. The chair guy probably no longer answers to his forced birth name, which was given before the chair guy had a choice. Who wouldn’t change their name to the chair guy when daily five dollar bills continuously bust jean pocket seams. The massive chair gig the chair guy snagged across the street from Franklin Barbecue is...

Sarcasm vs. Serious & the Torture of Writing About Paul Qui

I never said Paul Qui sucks. What the what is going on? This is like having a television dropped on your toe. Eater Austin just hired a new editor, so things have probably been busy. I imagined this while trying to imagine how anyone could think I think Paul Qui sucks. Don’t get me wrong. No one around here is trying to have beef with Eater Austin. I love all Eaters so much it hurts. All I’m...

Qui

The world shook with shock the second I realized not one person sitting at our four-top liked Qui. Before hardcore Austin residents demand my existence become non-existent, please know these people are from– Austin. This means Austin vs. Austin. There’s no Austin vs. Houston or Austin vs. Dallas this time. I’m not going downtown on the fast track any time soon either. No way. I’m safely...