The pop-up is Saturday. Five days. The prep is done. The anxiety is not.
Wednesday: the Houston Press ran a follow-up piece. "Bobby Tran's Sold-Out Pop-Up: Vietnamese-Texas BBQ Arrives." The article mentioned a waitlist of 150 people. One hundred and fifty people who couldn't get a ticket. I don't know what to do with that information. I'm a restaurant equipment salesman. I sell refrigerators. And 350 people want to eat my brisket.
Thursday: I went to the brewery to walk the space. The parking lot is big enough for the smoker, the serving station, and forty cafe tables the brewery is lending us. The brewery owner — a guy named Jake who makes craft beer and has a beard that could house a family of birds — said, "Bobby, this is going to be great." I said, "I hope so." He said, "I've seen your brisket. It's going to be great."
Friday night: the brisket goes on at midnight. Two eighteen-pound prime packers. Twenty-eight hours before service. Tyler is on fire duty. Emma is at my house, prepping bao bun dough that will proof overnight. Ma arrived at 9 PM with her apron, her knife, and the expression of a warrior going to battle. She's seventy-three and she's pulling an all-nighter to wrap spring rolls for her son's pop-up.
I tried to tell her to go home. She said, "I'm staying." I said, "Ma, you're seventy-three." She said, "I'm aware of my age. Are you aware of yours? Go light the smoker."
At midnight, I lit the fire. Tyler was beside me. The post oak caught. The smoke rose. The parking lot was dark except for the glow of the firebox and the lights from the brewery.
I stood there for a minute. Just a minute. Feeling the heat on my face. Smelling the wood smoke. Thinking about everything that brought me here: the boat, the camp, the house in Alief, the shrimp boats, the drinking, the floor, the sobriety, the smoker, the fish sauce, the competitions, the article, the sold-out pop-up.
All of it. Every piece. Leading to this fire, in this parking lot, on this night.
Tyler said, "Ready, Dad?"
I said, "Ready."
The brisket went on. The clock started. Tomorrow, we feed people.
While the brisket runs its twenty-eight hours and Tyler watches the fire, my mind keeps drifting to the other slow cooks — the ones that taught me patience before I ever touched a smoker. Oxtail soup was one of those. Ma made it on Sundays when there was nothing to do but wait, and I learned early that the best food doesn’t care about your schedule. This soup asks for the same thing brisket asks for: time, heat, and the willingness to leave it alone. On a night like tonight, that feels exactly right.
Oxtail Soup
Prep Time: 25 min | Cook Time: 3 hrs 30 min | Total Time: 3 hrs 55 min | Servings: 6
Ingredients
- 3 1/2 lbs oxtail pieces, trimmed of excess fat
- 2 tablespoons vegetable oil
- 1 large yellow onion, roughly chopped
- 4 cloves garlic, smashed
- 3 medium carrots, cut into 1-inch pieces
- 3 stalks celery, sliced
- 2 medium russet potatoes, peeled and cubed
- 1 can (14.5 oz) diced tomatoes
- 2 tablespoons tomato paste
- 6 cups beef broth
- 1 cup dry red wine
- 2 bay leaves
- 1 teaspoon fresh thyme leaves (or 1/2 teaspoon dried)
- 1 teaspoon smoked paprika
- Salt and black pepper to taste
- Fresh flat-leaf parsley, chopped, for serving
Instructions
- Season and sear. Pat oxtail pieces dry with paper towels and season generously with salt, pepper, and smoked paprika. Heat oil in a large heavy-bottomed pot or Dutch oven over medium-high heat. Working in batches, sear oxtail on all sides until deeply browned, about 3–4 minutes per side. Transfer to a plate and set aside.
- Build the base. Reduce heat to medium. Add onion and celery to the same pot and cook, stirring occasionally, until softened, about 5 minutes. Add garlic and tomato paste and cook for 1 minute more, until fragrant.
- Deglaze. Pour in the red wine, scraping up any browned bits from the bottom of the pot. Let it simmer for 2 minutes.
- Braise low and slow. Return the oxtail to the pot. Add diced tomatoes, beef broth, bay leaves, and thyme. Bring to a boil, then reduce heat to low. Cover and simmer for 2 hours 30 minutes, until the meat begins to loosen from the bone.
- Add vegetables. Stir in carrots and potatoes. Cover and continue cooking for another 45 minutes to 1 hour, until the vegetables are tender and the meat pulls away from the bone easily.
- Finish and serve. Remove bay leaves. Taste and adjust seasoning. Skim any excess fat from the surface if desired. Ladle into deep bowls and top with fresh parsley.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 410 | Protein: 34g | Fat: 21g | Carbs: 18g | Fiber: 3g | Sodium: 710mg
About the cook who shared this
Bobby Tran
Week 177 of Bobby’s 30-year story
· Houston, Texas
Bobby Tran was born in a refugee camp in Arkansas to parents who fled Saigon with nothing. He grew up in Houston straddling two worlds — Vietnamese at home, Texan everywhere else — and learned to cook from his mother's pho and a neighbor's BBQ smoker. He's a former shrimper, a recovering alcoholic, a divorced dad of three, and the guy who marinates brisket in fish sauce and lemongrass because he doesn't believe in borders, especially when it comes to flavor.