MacLeish R.
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Well having just finished eating here, Its time to leave a review.
Let's start with the service. I got here at 6pm on a Thursday and it was dead, no one at the host stand, staff just hanging out at the kitchen window. The person who ended up seating me, turned, looked at me, rolled her eyes and then walked up and asked if I was all set. I let her know that no, I'm not. I'd like a table please. Ok, we've all had bad days, I get it. It's hard having a customer facing job.
Then the server comes and his fake laid back attitude, asked me if I've been here before (I've not been, it's my first time) and he just about verbatim tells me about Fletchers, like he's reading a script. Ok, no worries. I'm here for the bbq not the service, so I let it go, hoping he'll liven up as the meal goes on.
Now for the part y'all have been waiting for, the food. I got the chopped brisket sandwich. A classic central Texas staple. The brisket is what I came for. So I tuck in to it, but first I eat the pickles. They're spicy bread and butter pickles, definitely not my jam. Ok, time for the brisket. It was decidedly ok. The only real stand out was the overwhelming smoke, no pepper notes at all. Ah well, I'm not in Texas anymore. Time to try the fries. They were absolutely covered in seasoning, that tastes like lays BBQ chips. Not what I expected, and if you told me that fries could taste like that I'd have been excited. But surprisingly it wasn't enjoyable on the waffle fries.
All in all, it's inoffensive BBQ, not terrible, not great. If your familiar with South Texas resteraunts, it's equivalent to Bill Millers. Keep your expectations low here and you won't be disappointed.