We went on to other barbecue dishes. Now, my dining partner Mike once spent a day with his sweetie Elaine traveling to five barbecue places around Austin to compare ribs, so his being underwhelmed by the Dancing Pig ribs ($16.99/$24.99) wasn't something to ignore. But I was satisfied with them. Moist and slathered with sauce, they were served with plain mac & cheese and white beans, though not the promised baked beans. Yum. The beef brisket ($16.99), hardwood-smoked for 12 hours, was equally appreciated, for its taste as well as for not being at all dry, a bugaboo of Mike's from prior experiences with the dish. Johnnie enjoyed the free-range, slow-roasted chicken ($12.99) I brought home to her, though the glazed carrots were undercooked for her taste and she wondered, "Why do they have to sweeten sweet potatoes?"

They have four desserts ($5.99), with the chocolate truffle cake the only conventional one. Our waiter said that his favorite is the egg-battered fried Fluffernutter, but there is also tortilla-wrapped fried cheesecake and a "pig-pile parfait." Needless to say, we declined. When you've pigged out like we did, you gotta remember what species you are.

Bill Rodriguez can be reached at  bill@billrod.com.

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