After watching the Alabama game, I stopped by Big Racks BBQ to grab some ribs for dinner. Might as well start my year off with good food, right? I haven't eaten any yet, so it might be horrible. But, the habanero BBQ sauce sounded delicious; I'll report on that later.


Anyway, the promotional material of the restaurant made this place look like the Hooters of BBQ joints with "big racks" having a double meaning. The waitresses were all supposed to be wearing little Daisy Dukes and a black shirt tied just under their boobs. And, being in Texas and a BBQ joint, they all wear cowboy boots. I'm not saying the pictures on the web site had any influence on my decision, but it might have tipped the scales in case of a tie.


I'm guessing that the main waitresses were off today since it was New Year's Day. I was eventually greeted by a cross-eyed waitress with anything but a "big rack". Looking around the restaurant, I saw no waitress having anything even close to the namesake of the restaurant, nor were any of them even worth glancing at for a half second. Soon after being seated (why I needed to be seated for a take-out order is beyond me) another waitress approached to take my order. Easily the bustiest waitress in the place, that's all she had going for her. From the boobs down, she looked like melting icing on a hot cake. Her muffin top was not only popping up out of her shorts, it was also drooping down over her shorts. Those shorts were going to be one size fits all even if they weren't meant to be. I wonder how long it took her laying down and sucking in to fasten and zip those things up. If that fastener came lose, someone across the room was losing an eye.