Nothing screams “I’m not looking to score tonight” like chowing down on a huge plate of barbecued ribs. Between the sauce on your face, the meaty smell of your hands and the likely need for dental floss, there’s nothing left to do but order a beer and relax without worrying about trying to impress anyone. (And if you do manage to get a phone number with barbecue sauce on your chin, that one’s a keeper.)
Texas Jack’s Barbecue, 2761 Washington Boulevard, Arlington; www.txjacks.com