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The Secret Diner takes a whiff of Longhorns Barbecue Smokehouse in Newcastle

The Texas-inspired pile-em high boards of slow-smoked meat have been packing in the crowds at the Mosely Street smokehouse

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Longhorns Barbecue Smokehouse in Newcastle
Longhorns Barbecue Smokehouse in Newcastle

Ever since man discovered fire, he’s been arguing about the best way to barbecue. Direct or indirect, rubbed or marinated, gas, charcoal or wood? There’s nothing sadder than seeing male egos preening themselves over hot grills. Mrs Diner likes to deflate mine, when I emerge, red-faced and triumphant, my shirt stained with marinade, bearing chops, joints and wings, by telling our guests that it’s not really the grilling that counts, but the meat and the spicing. Ah, there’s the rub. Literally.

In Texas they have fierce arguments at fiery competitions. Tattooed, sweaty champions jealously guard top-secret rub recipes, or surreptitiously inject beef stock into hardened Texan muscle. It makes our Great British Bakeoff seem very lame.

I first encountered Longhorns at the Boiler Shop steamers. It’s perfect street food – the smell of smoky meat wafting across the hall easily outgunned the other delights on offer. This is meat designed for a bun.

So popular was their oozing, succulent pork and beef, at the end of last year they wisely decided to elevate it from the street into a small place in central Newcastle. Now the smell and the crowds stretch out into the busy Mosley Street air and I hear they’re planning a second, larger venue for the starving students of Jesmond.

It’s a tiny place – scarcely half a dozen wooden tables upstairs, set high, with tall, heavy, precariously balanced wooden stools, and a dingy dungeon with communal tables in the basement below. The lighting started out life as aluminium dustbin lids.

You can’t book, and there’s no table service. You queue, order, and wait. When the line is so long it’s threatening to block the pavement outside, there’s a polite greeter person who writes your name on a clipboard and tells you to come back in half an hour.

On offer is meat, beer, and not much more. This is definitely not a venue for date night.

It’s all very basic: horrible little plastic wood cutlery, like the ones you get with cheap airline food, are there to be ignored in favour of fingers. A roll of kitchen paper acts as napkin, as you pick at food dumped unceremoniously into big piles on wooden boards. This is a meal for cavemen. Or so Mrs Diner said, who was glad she had worn jeans.

Longhorns Barbecue Smokehouse in Newcastle
Longhorns Barbecue Smokehouse in Newcastle

In their advertising Longhorns emphasises locally sourced meat, and “authentic” spice blends, by which they presumably mean the sort of concoctions the Texans use in their own smokehouses. It’s rubbed then smoked for 16 hours “low and slow”.

The tiny kitchen here makes nice fresh slaw, but can’t cope with all the smoking, which takes place elsewhere in a “unit” with eight ovens. I’d hate to work in the unit next door – the smell of smoking flesh must permeate the atmosphere. The cooked meat is imported to the restaurant and kept warm in trays with lids, like school dinners.

We started with some pork ribs and a dead pony. That’s the pale ale from BrewDog, and rather an appropriate description for the piles of carcasses floating past us – I have never seen such unattractively presented food. I guess it’s nourishment for real men after a hard day’s herding cattle. There’s no wine, of course, just a selection of strong, manly beers, including draught served in jugs and glass jars.

The ribs made us smile. They were excellent; finger-lickingly so, which was just as well, for there was no other option. Mrs Diner said that next time we should bring wet wipes. Don’t you hate the way kitchen paper clings to sticky fingers?

Then our meat mountain arrived, with beans in enamel mugs, which evoked memories of teenage camping trips. There were chunks of big sausage, pale with dashes of chilli. These were excellent: soft in texture, smoky and spicy. I could have ordered more. There was pulled pork, which was super tender. And there was brisket.

This is the real test of a Texan barbecue. Sadly this brisket wouldn’t have won best newcomer at a dog show. Partly because the smoke was so intense, the meat tasted of little else, partly because it came shredded, instead of sliced. But mostly because it was dry.

I guess at the Boiler Shop Steamer they’re used to shredding their brisket into buns. In Texas they chop up the drier bits at the end of the joint for sandwiches. But the art of carving, against the grain (which is tough when the brisket actually has two muscles with grains going in opposite directions) is part of the Texan machismo. Proper carving keeps in the juices. Which this brisket hadn’t.

The pit beans and three-bean chilli were a little disappointing too. They were smoky, yes, but they say the trick with Texan beans is to let the fat from the beef run into them. These were too clean for me, which is saying a lot in a place that’s all about down and dirty. The slaw was excellent, though, as were the skinny, crisp fries.

Britain’s new-found passion for smoked food has already extended into fine dining, particularly down South. The other week, in my current favourite London restaurant Pachamama, which combines Peruvian rustic cooking with European ingredients, a tiny dish of smoked yoghurt with aubergine cost me £8. At Longhorn’s our huge palette-load of animal carcass cost just four pounds more. This place is really good value, if rather too basic to become a regular haunt.

I nearly overlooked dessert. I’m very glad I didn’t, because the key lime pie – which so often is gelatinous, grainy or just incompetent, was deliciously fresh, light and tart, with a thick homemade syrupy biscuit base. Save room for it. But bring your own fork.

Info

Longhorns Barbecue Smokehouse

10 Mosley Street

Newcastle upon Tyne

NE1 1DE

12pm-10pm (Fri/Sat 11pm)

No reservations

www.longhornsbbq.co.uk

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