done.

I'm stuffed, and you probably are too, after reading all this texas business. So I leave things for you on the saturday of the trip, with our Toronto BBQ run, which took us to Lockhart, some 40min outside of Austin.

The April issue of the new pollution will feature more photos inside Smitty's BBQ Market, where we went, and ate, and time slowed down. Some had hallucinations.

Smitty's, and its like establishments in the self-proclaimed BBQ Capital of Texas is surreal. Walk in the front door and you're confronted with a massive open-flamed-fuelled griller-try not to let the kids catch on fire. Thick, sweet, wood smoke permeates the air-you can practically see the pork flecks floating around your head.

Meat is ordered by the pound, and about 15 of us were fed for 60 bucks. yep. Included in the fare was prime rib, pork chops and ribs, brisket, and well, a lot of fat. To balance the meal (served in red butcher paper), Wonder Bread and Saltine crackers come along with. oh, so healthy!

After dying of meat poisoning, we lurched over to an amazing Tex-Mex bar in town. Mariachi music floated over the locals drinking their Miller lite, which comes in bottles startlingly like Pepsi down there-think blue and red plastic. Foil lined the walls. Green lights twinkled over the bar. Beers priced over $2 are generally rare and frowned upon. Here it is, heaven in the heart of Texas. Already in for next year.