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By the time 2003 rolled around, Texas Monthly's Top 50 BBQ list had already become a lightning rod for pitmaster pride and public outrage. Six years after their inaugural list in 1997, the editors weren’t just refining their picks—they were defending them. This wasn’t just about taste anymore; it was about tradition, territorial loyalty, and who had the smoke to back it up. As contributor Joe Nick Patoski put it, “nobody here can agree with anybody else about anything.”


To handle the heat, Texas Monthly doubled their team. Ten writers covered 360 joints across the state, and from that firestorm came the 2003 Top 50—and for the first time, a crowned Best of the Best:


  • Cooper’s Pit Bar-B-Q

  • Kreuz Market

  • Louie Mueller Barbecue

  • Smitty’s Market

  • City Market


Louie Mueller Barbecue 2025
Louie Mueller Barbecue 2025

Of the 50 spots selected in 2003, 18 were returning names from the 1997 list. That means 64% of the lineup was entirely new, while 32 joints from the previous list didn’t make the cut. For a state that prides itself on loyalty, that kind of turnover speaks volumes. Barbecue in Texas isn’t just about staying great—it’s about staying relevant.


One of the most dramatic shifts came out of Lockhart, where a family dispute sparked a barbecue civil war. The legendary Kreuz Market split in two: Rick Schmidt took the name and moved operations to a new building down the road. Meanwhile, his sister Nina Sells stayed put, reopening the original smoke-stained location under a new name—Smitty’s Market. In one of the most Texas outcomes imaginable, both joints landed in the 2003 Top 5.


In Taylor, Louie Mueller Barbecue held strong as a cornerstone of Texas 'cue. But even that legacy wasn’t without turbulence. John Mueller, son of pitmaster Bobby Mueller, stepped away from the family business and opened his own spot in Austin—starting a new chapter in barbecue lore.


Then there was Cooper’s. Once a lock in the upper echelon, it teetered on the edge in 2003. Complaints about inconsistent quality, long lines, and rising prices almost pushed it off the map. But when "Cooper’s was on, it was still on"—just enough to hang on to its spot.


The 2003 list wasn’t just a culinary roundup—it was a snapshot of a food tradition in flux. The sacred lines of Texas barbecue—once drawn clearly between Central, East, and South Texas—had started to blur. New players were emerging, pitmasters were experimenting, and the public wasn’t afraid to push back when things didn’t taste like home.


And the pitmasters? Many were independent lifers, still tending their fires before dawn—but now facing competition from chains with shiny signs and slick branding. The old-school joints had to evolve or risk extinction.


For decades, regional identity was the backbone of Texas barbecue. Central Texas meant post oak smoke and butcher paper. East Texas brought sauce, smoke, and soul. South Texas was all mesquite and open flame.


But by 2003, those borders weren’t just fading—they were being redrawn.


Pitmasters in Houston were smoking brisket like they were born in Taylor. Out west, open-flame grilling gave way to low-and-slow experiments. Tradition still mattered, but innovation was creeping in.


This was more than just changing taste—it was cultural identity. The 2003 list didn’t just showcase great barbecue; it captured a state caught between its roots and its appetite for reinvention.

With the Texas Monthly Top 50 BBQ list dropping in 4 days, I figured now’s the perfect time to take a step back—not to speculate on this year’s picks, but to explore the history behind the list itself.


And for that, we need to rewind to an article that started it all.


Back in April 1973, Texas Monthly ran a piece by Griffin Smith Jr. titled:


“The World’s Best Barbecue Is in Taylor, Texas. Or Is It Lockhart?”


Texas Monthly April 1973 Issue
Texas Monthly April 1973 Issue

It was bold, no-nonsense, and packed with BBQ philosophies that read like commandments. Griffin didn’t just name drop — he laid down the law, drew regional lines, and spotlighted the OG joints that built the foundation of Texas barbecue as we know it.


He gave us four brutally simple rules every pit-seeker should live by:


1.) Go only to a place that specializes in barbecue.


2.) Pick the right time — usually lunch, never Monday.


3.) Get to know the carver — they control the cut.


4.) Order by the pound. Sandwiches are for the uninitiated.


Griffin drew a clear line through Texas barbecue — not just geographically, but culturally.


East Texas BBQ was chopped pork or beef, drenched in hot sauce, served

sandwich-style, and rooted in Black Southern tradition.


Central Texas BBQ was sliced brisket, no sauce, no sandwich, no BS — straight

from the meat markets.


When it came to the top dogs, he laid it out plain as day:


“Louie Mueller’s in Taylor probably serves the best all-around barbecue dinner in

Texas.” and “For the most succulent, perfectly-seasoned beef, you can do no better

than Kreuz Market in Lockhart.”


Before there was a “Top 50,” Griffin named 20 joints that defined Texas BBQ. These spots weren’t fancy. They were fundamental:


Kreuz Market (Lockhart)

Louie Mueller’s (Taylor)

Black’s Barbecue (Lockhart)

Luling City Market

Inman Kitchen (Llano)

Angelo’s Barbecue (Fort Worth)

Dozier’s Grocery & Market (Fulshear)

Otto’s Bar-B-Q (Houston)

Matt Garner (Houston)

Gulf Street Inn (San Antonio)

Sonny Bryan’s Smokehouse (Dallas)

Zak’s Place (Taylor)

Swan’s Country House (Hempstead)

Hobo Joe’s (Austin)

The Pit #3 (Austin)

Howard’s Bar-B-Q (Austin)

Dale Baker Food Products (Austin)

Megg’s Bar-B-Q (San Antonio)

Western Kitchen (Houston)

Metzler Bros. Barbecue (Lindsay)


Whether he knew it at the time or not, this wasn’t just a BBQ article.

It was a blueprint.


The spark that lit the fire — and the start of a conversation we’re still having 50 years later.


By 1997, the conversation had grown louder—and more serious. What started as a bold declaration in 1973 became a full-fledged obsession. That year, Texas Monthly finally made it official: they released the very first Top 50 BBQ Joints in Texas list.



Texas Monthly May 1997 Issue
Texas Monthly May 1997 Issue

This wasn’t just about taste anymore—it was about philosophy, geography, technique, and pride. They wrote, “Here in Texas, the only thing agreed upon is that what passes for barbecue in Kansas City, Memphis, North Carolina, or anywhere else is inferior to our own well-smoked delicacies.”


Lines were drawn. Interstate 35 became a dividing line between two dominant styles: East of I-35 favored indirect heat while West of I-35 leaned into direct heat.


Wood choice wasn’t just a detail—it was a declaration. Hickory, pecan, oak, mesquite. Pick wrong, and you might lose some friends. Brisket preferences? Also divisive. Firm or falling apart? Rub or no rub? A deep red smoke ring or bust? All these points lead to the start of a deeper conversation about barbecue.


The 1997 Texas Monthly team—including Joe Nick Patoski, Patricia Sharpe, John Morthland, Jim Shahin, and Richard Zelade—ate at 245 barbecue joints across the state. They introduced a grading scale, and only those that met the cut made it, creating a list that still sparks arguments today.


And from that endeavor emerged The Big Three:


Cooper’s Old Time Pit Bar-B-Q (Llano)

Kreuz Market (Lockhart)

Louie Mueller Barbecue (Taylor)


They also honored tradition—five names from the 1973 article made it back on the board. These weren’t just survivors. They were standard-bearers.


It was Texas BBQ turned all the way up. And for the first time, there was an official scorecard.

I knew little about the 70-seat restaurant tucked in the corner of a strip center, but my wife had driven past it enough times that we finally decided to give it a shot. We love a good Chinatown run, but it’s a bit of a trek on some days, so finding a quality Asian spot closer to home has been on our list. Just 18 minutes away, with a price point-friendly menu, Wula Buhuan felt like a good Sunday gamble.



We started with the scallion pancakes—crispy, flaky, and just a touch oily, but nothing that kept me from devouring them. The pan-seared dumplings were a solid choice too, though my son claimed most of them before I could really give them a proper evaluation.

We ordered waaaaay too much, but I wanted to put this place to the test. The golden tofu had an impressively crunchy exterior with a soft, creamy center. The batter was different from what I’m used to but worked surprisingly well, standing tall on the plate like a mini golden mountain.


Szechuan Beef
Szechuan Beef

For one of the main courses, I pushed myself a bit with the Szechuan beef. Thin slices of tender beef, celery, and bell peppers, all tossed in a spicy, aromatic sauce. Normally, I steer clear of heat, but I’ve been trying to broaden my palate. Maybe the kitchen saw a giant white guy at the table and dialed it back a bit—if they did, thanks. The spice level was perfect, delivering a back-of-the-tongue tingle without pushing me into a full-blown coughing fit. There was real flavor behind the heat, which isn’t always the case with spicy dishes. I’ve heard horror stories of Szechuan peppercorns triggering sweat-soaked breakdowns, which sounds less than ideal in a Houston summer, but some people are just masochists.



The orange chicken was solid, crispy pieces coated in a sweet, tangy glaze that delivered exactly what you’d expect. The pork with dry tofu was a pleasant surprise, too. The tofu slices had a texture almost reminiscent of mushrooms, firm but not spongy, blending seamlessly with the savory pork.


The ambiance was quiet, the service attentive, and the overall experience satisfying. Whether you’re a spice enthusiast or prefer milder options, Wula Buhuan’s menu looks like it caters to all palates. We look forward to many future visits.


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