Jack’s Barbecue. Just plain slow-cooked meat. (The brisket is to live for. Any fool could die for it; any rational person will live, if only to try the pulled pork.) No Martian Desert Dust Rub. No Red Slather to disguise poor temperature control or cheap cut. Furthermore, the house understands that good beer and good whiskey belong alongside good beef, This is Hill Country Texas chow. There’s sauce if your jaded soul demands distraction. Jack’s does it all – pork, sausage, chicken, sides, etc. – but the jewel in the crown is the brisket. You won’t find better beef better done. Period. Michael Sheldon and his charming wife Ellie introduced me to the place. I always considered them friends. Little did I understand.