If not for an impromptu stop on my motorcycle when I was just learning how to ride, I would have never discovered the County Line. While out riding, I stopped for gas on a back country road. A few fellows on Harleys told me that I couldn't head back to Houston without hitting up the Waller County Line and that I'd meet plenty of fellow bikers to boot.
As a first timer, I had the large 3 meat plate with brisket, sausage and ribs - all equally tender and smokey, dissolving into each taste bud with carnivorous splendor.
Perhaps I am biased. Meals tend to be delicious when accompanied by a day of riding. Its impossible to wipe a sick smile off your face and everyone else is nicer to you for it. It also helps that after barreling out 290 early in the a.m. to make the good roads before the traffic sets in, you tend to be fairly famished by the time you surrender in to lunch and call it slow for the rest of the day.
More than the hunger, even more than the innate happiness of a motorcycle trip, it is the vibe that makes this place more than just great, slow-cooked barbeque. There is much to be said for feasting off paper plates outside a gas station our in the country; it's just the kind of thing that makes you fall in love with Texas - at least for me, it did.