I must’ve driven past this place a hundred times during college and never even knew it existed. My co-worker, Jen, so gratefully told me about Franklin BBQ, and I knew I had to try it. After reading the Franklin Barbecue reviews on Yelp, I began foaming at the mouth. Espresso barbecue sauce? Check. Inexpensive? Check. Accepts credit cards? Check mate. I planned to go with my friend Nick, but he felt under the weather leaving me in quite the predicament: I could go by myself or I could wait another day to go. After envisioning how the brisket and pork ribs would taste, the decision was easy. I would go by myself…and go the following day, too.
Come Early
Franklin BBQ is open Wednesday through Sunday from 11 am to 4 pm. But make sure you go early! All of the reviews on Yelp said to, and I’m saying to as well. The line forms fast and is by no means quick. I arrived at 10:55 am on a gloomy day and was luckily the first person in line. However, by the time I had left, the line was already 12 people deep.
Leave Full
Come with a large appetite and prepare to leave full – this plate will fill you up. I got the 2 meat plate: fatty brisket and pork ribs. You could see the brisket glistening – it was a glorious sight. Both the brisket and pork ribs were downright tasty. I tried a sample pork rib while I was waiting to pay, and right then and there I knew I had made an awesome decision. And their espresso barbecue sauce complemented the meat oh so perfectly. The plate also came with my choice of 2 sides. Compared to the barbecue, the sides were just okay. I got the potato salad and cole slaw, but they also have beans as an option. I was completely full when I finished my plate. Any more food would’ve been too much.
So I’ve been to Chi’Lantro BBQ, a taco to-go truck in Austin, twice now. I’ve gotten tacos both time I’ve been there, and they’ve been really good. Aside from being tasty, the owner is an incredibly nice guy. If you’re a fan of Korean or Mexican food, you need to do yourself a favor and check Chi’Lantro BBQ out. Did I mention that the food’s affordable too?
Since they operate out of a truck, their location moves from time to time. They’re seen near UT, on Congress and 2nd for lunch, and on 5th and Colorado for late-night bar food. Find out where they are by following Chi’Lantro BBQ on Twitter: http://twitter.com/chilantrobbq
So, a few days ago DealBreaker.composted a story about Jeffrey Chiang, the UT graduate who allegedly tried to pull the wool over Bank of America’s oh-so-discerning eyes. He apparently lied in a job interview for BofA about being offered a job by Morgan Stanley.
As the story goes, he apparently got caught………because he spelled America wrong when posing as a Bank of America recruiter. Hmmm, yeah, I don’t think the message here is a lesson in proofreading. I’m sure the lesson is something along the lines of, “You need to back that b-shit up, son! Have you learned nothing from Feris Beuller??” It was a pathetic attempt, at best.
So, that’s the lesson for all the graduated kiddos out there. But, methinks there’s a larger lesson here that applies to the Worldwide Inter-Web that nobody’s really talking about–nowadays, your mistakes are broadcast online for the world to gawk at. Inevitably it happens, though I just can’t figure out why. Either some big wig is out to ruin this kid’s life for some undisclosed reason, or the email thread got leaked for entertainment purposes.
The point is that not only is this kid banned from all the companies listed in the article, but he also gets to suffer the humiliation of the whole world knowing where he works by process of elimination. (I personally got the article forwarded to me multiple times by former or current UT students.)
Yes, Bess Levin of DealBreaker.com, Jeffrey’s lies ARE “bad form.” But it’s worse form to drag a recent graduate through the mud in the middle of the Great Recession, don’t you think? What happened to the days of mentors pulling mentees aside to guide them in the right direction? Nowadays, the mentors are all too ready to put throw the mentees on the virtual chopping block.
Everyone seems to be pointing fingers at this kid’s stupidity and at the UT Business school (who I’m sure was simply ecstatic about being mentioned as Chiang’s alma mater), instead of at themselves. I’m of the opinion that everyone doth protest too much and a bit too hypocritically. I mean, there are people lying about sex scandals, about domestic abuse, about wars, about our President, about all sorts of things that really kind of matter. Hate to say it, because of the triteness and all, but what does this incident really say about our society? Hmm?
Don’t you love the irony in the Morgan Stanley recruiter’s declaration that “[Chiang] shouldn’t get a job anywhere on Wall Street”? On the contrary, I think he’ll fit right in…
Oh, and for the record, I’m not defending you or anything, Jeffrey Chiang. You effed it up for the rest of us UT alumi. Now every recruiter is gonna scrutinize us like we’re some sort of slick Texas oil rigs. Way to go.
J. Silva
Like so many great love stories of our time, this was a tale of love at first sight. It began one night, with a boy sitting in the cold darkness of his apartment, staring into a glowing computer screen. “I just logged onto Facebook and found myself on the page of a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of mine,” says Koby Wong, “and I thought, ‘Man, this chick is supa hot.’” So he added her. Her name was Jennifer Silva.
He’d never met her before, nor she him. But, like so many other young Facebook whores, she accepted his request without precondition. Soon, he was sending to inbox endearing messages and entreaties of love, which she couldn’t understand because she primarily only spoke Portuguese. But she could sense that he was sweet and quite sincere, so when he finally decided to send her a request to be in a relationship, she had to oblige.
“Quero um quarto com vista para o mar” she wrote on his Facebook wall, which he took to mean “I love you with all my heart.”
For days, Koby was happy, not knowing that Jennifer was actually Facebook-cheating on him with many other men (who asked not to be named here), commenting on their status updates and poking them repeatedly, as well as messaging them with one of the only English phrases she knew from Top 40 American radio: “Holla back.”
The tragedy finally came to a head when Koby found out that Jennifer had posted on his co-worker’s Facebook wall the fatal wish to end their relationship. “Why?” was all he could utter in the days following the incident, as he sulked inconsolably, still staring longingly into the innocent eyes and come-hither smile of Jennifer’s profile picture.
When contacted, Jennifer Silva provided the following comment:
“Não fiz reserva. Ainda tem vagas?” (Translation: Koby mislead me into thinking he would marry me. I waited for days for a proposal, but I received nothing. What was a girl supposed to do?)
Gostaria de pagar a conta. Fala pra ele me ligar de volta. (Translation: I am a Brazilian bikini supermodel who has achieved all the success I could possibly achieve. I just wanted to move to America and settle down. But I was afraid that Koby wouldn’t be faithful to me.)
“Vou ficar duas noites.” (Translation: I simply had to end it.)
What had begun on Facebook is now ending on Facebook, leaving two people to nurse their broken hearts (and/or Facebook egos) an entire continent apart. Does Koby think he’ll ever find love on Facebook again?
“I dunno if something like that will happen again,” he says, “Brazilian models are pretty hard to come by, aren’t they?”