Ramon B.
Yelp
It has to be done. Before I can truly review this place, I must first serenade you with a song. Yes, a fine lil ditty sang to the tune of the late 90's hit classic, "Last Resort" from the band Papa Roach. Ahem:
Rip my ribs into pieces,
With just my hands and fork
Side of coleslaw,
Smoke duck breast.
And a jar of sweet tea to wash down this
meat fest!!
(insert catchy guitar riff)
And they have moist Pulled Pork!!
Delicious moist Pulled Pork!!
Right, now that I have thoroughly lubricated your ear holes, lemme get into this fine piece of meat mongering.
So this is a place that had been driven by, more than a few times, and always remained curious about. Always curious because it's a BBQ place and we'd actually never seen it open. I mean, it's there, still standing and looking operational but never open. Finally curiosity won my GF and I over and we did this real idiot thing called look up their hours. Hot dog, it worked! We were now armed with knowledge! Now we needed meat. We did some menu research, because intellectuals, and general recon work and noticed a trend. A lot of people mentioned to come early, rather than later, because this place will sell out of stuffs. They only make what they plan to sell so it's recommended to be there before the hordes come.
I'll be the first to say HEED THESE WORDS, my children. After having finally had this place give me a hot meat injection, I can see why it's a guarantee that they will sell out. They are making voodoo meat magic here. It's inappropriate and I need it, forever.
We paid mind to the warnings and door busted the place. There was already a line forming, but we were still 3rd or 4th in line. It took a sec to figure out the set up but it was easy once they held our hands and Willy Wonka'd us through it. You step up to the booth, exchange high fives, order from what is on their wall of menu, grab your number, grab your drink, find a place to sit, mark your territory however you see fit, and wait. You can enjoy the freedom of sitting outside, next to Bear Creek, or sit in their covered area because nature sickens you, or you don't want to be rained on. You do you. We opted for outside.
After a few minutes of basking in the sun, like the mighty Galapagos iguana, the meat train pulled in. It being our first visit we kept it a lil conservative. We had ribs, pulled pork, smoked duck breast, brisket, a sausage, coleslaw, waffle fries, some cucumber salad, and potato salad. You know...just dipping a toe in. (The future visit included bacon because I will never accepted your judgement of me.) From there we found food nirvana. All the meats were moist, and flavorful. Each had a unique flavor that told their own story but then those stories were drowned in BBQ sauce. They have a few different sauces and I recommend them as your beverage. The waffles fries were crisp and thick, and the salads added that cool, refreshing taste to break up the meat sweats before goin back in. It was just how meat Jesus prophesized it.
We ended up leaving, wanting to come back later in the day. We didn't want to be done eating, regardless of the nonsense our weak, mortal bodies tried to tell us! In time we did return, and it was just as the first time, we needed it in our lives. Writing this, I need it again. Put it next to my bed, so I can roll over and naw a rib. Heaven. That's what it's like. Yeah. So I guess what I'm trying to say is, RECOMMENDED!! Eat up, minions!
