There Will Be Brisket
Well, that was a surprise.
As I mentioned yesterday, a Passover Seder was on the horizon and brisket was going to be on the menu. What I didn’t mention, but implied through my fiendishly clever link tags, was that the brisket was going to come from Capital Q.
While brisket may be a traditional food, getting it smoked and from a restaurant whose URL is eatmypork.com is not. But a couple of years ago I successfully brought an entire Capital Q smoked brisket down to Connecticut for a family Seder at my Aunt N’s house, and it was the belle of the ball.
So it seemed like a no-brainer when a smaller contingent of my family was gathering in Albany to outsource the cooking of the main protein to the more than capable hands of Sean Custer, the mad genius behind one of my favorite food joints in the area.
Turns out I was running a bit behind schedule and was having a difficult time figuring out when I could run out and bring back the beef. Then I noticed Capital Q’s affiliation with a local online food ordering and delivery service, the unfortunately named mealeo.com.
I’m a little uncomfortable with certain technologies.
It took me years before I would deposit a check in an ATM. I still do not own a microwave oven. And online banking gives me the heebie jeebies.
Honestly I was a bit loath to use this newfangled ordering system for the delivery of a central part of such an important meal. But while I was still scrambling in the kitchen to put all the components of the Seder together, there was still an hour and a half until I needed the meat in the kitchen. And I figured if worst came to worst, I could always cancel the order, run out, and buy the brisket the old fashioned way.
Plus in the delivery instructions I left the note, “I need the food to be here before 5pm. If there is ANY problem, please call.”
Well, I did get a call.
It turned out that Capital Q was shorthanded. But help was on the way and scheduled to arrive at 4:30. I was given assurances that at 4:30 my order would be out the door and on its way to my house. And if there were any problems they would call me immediately so I could execute Plan B.
The doorbell rang well before 5:00 and at my door with two pounds of the best barbecue brisket available in the region was Sean Custer himself. And he was all smiles. As was I.
I know I mentioned in the past that my idea of celebrity may be different than most people’s idea of celebrity. But to me, this visit from the pit master was like ordering the complete Lost DVD box set on Amazon and having J. J. Abrams bring it to the house and put it in my hot little hands.
What an unexpected treat.
Here’s a question for you, though. I had tip money ready in my pocket. But it just felt wrong to tip the owner of the restaurant, even though he certainly went above and beyond to get me my food. I think I did the right thing. But we live in such a culture of tipping that it felt a bit weird.
Instead of a tip, I gave him a good firm handshake, and thanked him very much. I suppose there are the above few hundred words, but I’m pretty sure he never saw that coming.
What do you think?