Elija B.
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On an errand in the area, I see the holy letters BBQ, like a lighthouse sighted during a raging storm, although it is only raining a little. I do a fast U turn and hustle myself into the cute yellow bungalow to see what I can see and taste what I can taste. I will admit I ate recently, but BBQ is BBQ and such treasure should never be passed.
Now BBQ is expensive, there's no denying this and the fact that $20 plus tip doesn't really buy you much more meat than a quick snack will not be held against them. Unless cash is falling out of your pockets, BBQ is always going to be a bit of an extravagance. Still, the three pieces of BBQ Ribs did look a little lonely sitting there on the plate. That why they give you two sides and this is where the problem arises. The baked beans are good, savory and sweet. My wife might hate me later, but I could eat a lot of these.
But the Mac and Cheese was literally horrible. Bland, tasteless, blah... My tastebuds were as insulted as if they were a prom date taken to a McDonald's. If you're going to give filler to assuage the craving of our stomaches you need to put some thought into it. At the price, I want my cup of Mac and Cheese to sing to me like a nightingale. I want it to whisper I love you as I lay my head on my pillow. I've had better out of packages.
The Ribs were great, 2-3 bites each and I liked the sauce. The place itself is cute as a bug's nose, I love these places that spring up in old houses like a sweet mix of old memories and hopeful dreams. I took a quick look at the lunch menu and I might give it a try for more mundane fare. A good BLT is about as close to God as I am ever likely to reach. As a BBQ joint, I'm taking the Mac and Cheese as a slap across the face. Either more meat, or better sides. It shows a lack of attention that does not speak of a passion for food.