Chris H.
Yelp
It's a bird, it's a plane, no, it's HOGZILLA! When I first heard the legend of Hogzilla, I thought it was a joke or a myth. I thought it was an old wise tale in the High Country that parents told their kids so they would behave. I thought it was just a cool name for a sandwich, but I had no idea it would change my life forever. But I sit here before you, as a survivor, and can tell you, Hogzilla is real. I can humbly tell you I have never been more intimidated by a sandwich than when it was delivered to my table and we were eye to eye. Hogzilla is a behemoth of a sandwich.
Hogzilla is not for the weak or faint-hearted - it towers on a hoagie bun, with a base of homemade smoked Bratwurst, piled with pulled pork, sliced brisket, topped with sugar bacon, and bonded together with melted pepper jack cheese. It's a meat monster that would make even the mighty Ron Swanson tear up with fear/joy. Hogzilla is no joke.
The battle of picking up the sandwich almost threw my back out. It's a thicc sandwich. The first bite and flavors were overwhelming, and I am man enough to say I almost blacked out, which caused me to make the most rookie of mistakes, and I put the sandwich down...no matter the circumstances, DO NOT put the sandwich down once you pick it up. Hogzilla will open once it hits the metal platter, and spread like wildfire, almost like a defense mechanism. It will be extremely difficult to keep the sandwich together. If you must put the sandwich down, it is not the end of the world, but you will need a fork for the scraps. As I tried to defeat Hogzilla, one bite at a time, I could feel myself getting fuller and fuller. I could hear off in the distance my physician reading off my spiked lab results, but I muscled through. After 20 minutes, I couldn't take another bite - Hogzilla won. As I stared at the platter there were two generous bites left, and Hogzilla was laughing at me. I felt full and ashamed; I couldn't eat anymore. I made a last-ditch effort to eliminate all of the sugar bacon, but the rest of Hogzilla stayed victorious.
I sat there full, defeated and in shock. But the thing I enjoyed the most was the overall atmosphere of 12 Bones. It was covered in graffiti art ceiling to floor, yet it was relaxing and so clean. The staff could not have been nicer, nor the weather. But make no mistake, Hogzilla is the real deal. It might be one of the best BBQ sandwiches I have ever had. I fully expect to go back in a year's time to try it Hogzilla again. Until then I will just try a platter (doctors orders). One last piece of advice, do not attempt or expect to do anything productive after Hogzilla - it won't happen so don't even try.
To you, the creator of 12 Bones, I tip my cap, and to Hogzilla, I yield my surrender.