Uncle Sean
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I came for the brisket, but that biscuit slapped me like a buttery freight train of joy.
TL;DR:
Briscuits in Austin is brisket-breakfast heaven. You order via an app and sink your teeth into a biscuit that might just make you cry. I drove from DFW and would do it again for that brisket + jelly combo.
What kind of lunatic wakes up before dawn, skips the Whataburger taquitos, and drives from DFW to Austin just to eat breakfast out of a food truck? This guy.
But Briscuits isn’t just a food truck. It’s a biscuit-powered meat temple rolling smoke and dreams in a parking lot next to a coffee shop. I rolled up at 7:40 AM, fueled by road trip grit and caffeine ambition. No line. No chaos. Just one rule: you order through the app, and it goes live at 8:00 AM on the dot. That’s when the magic begins. My tip: place your order before you leave your driveway, and by the time you arrive, your biscuit blessing will be waiting.
I went with the brisket and strawberry jelly biscuit, which sounds like something your wild cousin invents after a few bourbons. But this thing, it was divine intervention in sandwich form. The brisket was smoky, tender, and thick-cut like it had something to prove. The jelly was sweet, sticky, and full of berry attitude. And the biscuit? Oh, Lord! The biscuit was a golden, buttery, layered marvel that could hold up a brick wall or, more importantly, brisket slathered in jelly.
I took one bite and muttered something like, “Sweet mother of meat, what have I done to deserve this?” I finished it in record time and stared at my empty wrapper like it might refill if I prayed hard enough.
But I didn’t forget the home front. I grabbed a second biscuit to take back to my wife, who is both the Queen of Side Dishes and the reigning champion of “Why didn’t you bring me one?” She took one bite and gave me a look that said, “You may proceed with your BBQ road trip, peasant.”
Briscuits is the kind of place that reminds you why Texas BBQ isn’t just food, it’s a rite of passage.
Conclusion: This was BBQ stop number five on my Texas Monthly Top 50 Tour, and Briscuits came in swinging like it had something to prove. Forty-five joints remain on this meaty mission, and if the rest hit this hard at 8 AM, I may never go back to cereal again.
Dad Joke: Why did the biscuit break up with the brisket? Because it couldn’t handle the heat of that smokin’ relationship.