amarillo & dallas | day 10 | 2041 miles
july 10th, 2015
There have only been a few things that my grandpa has insisted upon happening this trip, and one of those things was lunch at Tyler’s BBQ is Amarillo, TX. Both he and George made these ribs out to be the best they had ever had. Apparently, they spoke to the owner about the process of making these ribs, and it is impossible to automate their production. They smoke them for at least 4 hours depending on the weather. Whether there is a high or low pressure system affects the cooking time significantly, so each batch is a like a different recipe.
Not only that but because these ribs take 4 hours to make, they make them all at once, which means that early in the morning they have to estimate how many ribs to make for that day — they never serve ribs from the day before. Sometimes they over estimate and sometimes they under estimate. If they over estimate, the employees get a bunch of amazing ribs; if they underestimate they proudly display a big “sold out sign” in front of the restaurant, but they lose out on profit.
I probably ate 1.5 pounds of ribs. I mean the chances that I would end up in Amarillo, TX again was very unlikely, so I stuffed myself with the best ribs on the planet since I knew that it would be years — if ever — that I would return to real Texas BBQ. Being the health freak that I am, I had a temporary heart attack and passed out in the car after the meal, but It felt so good.
I did the math. Apparently, 3 oz of dry ribs has about 248 calories. 1.5 pounds is 24 oz, which means that I had about 8 servings of ribs. Multiply it out, and I ate 1984 calories from ribs alone (that does not include brisket). Nice.
We arrived at a family friend’s house in Dallas around 8 o’clock, and they prepared a Texan chinese dinner for us. Chinese broccoli with oyster sauce, hong kong style noodles, and won tons satiated our hedonistic attachment to our chinese roots. The food was marvelous, and the company was good.
We know this family because a long time ago, my great grandpa and grandma on my dad’s grandfather’s side mentored the lady on the left’s father, helping him get a job and supporting their family. Ever since then, their family has been incredibly humble to our family because of the opportunities this afforded them.
She, herself, told me that “it allowed [her] family to live a wonderful childhood even though they could not afford it.” It was an incredibly enlightening story because it’s taught me the value of giving. The value of our lives can be measured by the amount of impact we make on others. Often times, we go through our lives impacting only the few people we directly connect with; it’s something unique and special when you can make an impact on people you are not close to.
If you go through your life trying to make the largest positive impact — even on people you do not know well — you live with purpose, direction, and enjoyment. People appreciate you and what you do for them, and you feel great as a result.