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| - I first discovered Rudy's back in 2006 when I was working in Texas. Great BBQ at a gas station?!?!?! Sign me up!! I can multi-task. Well, the location in Chandler doesn't have a gas station, which is fine with me. I love the employees here. They put up with all kinds of nonsense from oblivious customers and are always friendly and upbeat.
What it does have is some delicious smoked meat. And very cold beers. I think there are some sides, but I can't remember them because we go full-on carnivore when we eat there.
I swung in today during my least favorite time of day, the noon hour, but I was in the area, so I thought I'd get some brisket and sausage to go with some delicious smoked gouda I have at home.
The line was almost to the door, which is to be expected, but then I realized that near the front was a group of almost a dozen people, all together, clogging up the works.
My version of this morning's meeting:
"Where should we have lunch?"
11 voices chime in "RUDY'S!!!!" 1 voice squeaks out, "Whataburger."
"OK. Rudy's it is. Should we have them cater?"
"NO!!!"
"Should we call ahead?"
"NO!!!"
"Should we look at the menu ahead of time and figure out our orders so only one or two people are at the register?"
"HELL NO!!"
"Should we all go up to the register together, order separately, take all the time in the world, and clog the works up for everybody else?"
"YES!!! Screw those assholes!"
I think some of that jagoffery I experienced in Nebraska followed me home.
There was some evidence of jagoffery in the parking lot too with a gray pickup and small trailer for a solar panel business taking up FOUR spots during the lunch hour. Could have done with two. Nope. I'm taking four.
Jagoff.
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