A stranger poked my brisket and gave me a one-liner I still think about
Last summer at a small cookoff outside Austin, I had my brisket resting and this older fella walks up, no bib, no plate, just stares at it. He pokes the flat with his index finger, nods real slow, then says "she's done but she ain't happy." I laughed because I thought he was joking, but then he walked off without another word. Turns out he was a retired pitmaster who won the whole state back in the 90s, and someone told me later that he only pokes meat he respects. Anyway, I sliced it and it was decent but a bit dry near the point, so he wasn't wrong. Have any of you ever had a random stranger call out your cook before you even cut into it? What did they say?