Went to a "BBQ" joint down the street from my job today. Had all the makings of a real Q joint. Screen door with a hole in it. Family pictures on a bulletin board. Old lady with a hairnet taking orders. Thought I was in for some good Q.
Then I started asking questions.
"Never seen that kind of smoker before. What kind is it?"
"Gas"
Groan.
"So what kind of wood do you use with it?"
"Don't use no wood. It's self-smoking."
I have no idea what that means, but in the name of research, I ordered the combo plate. Ribs, sliced beef (Could have been brisket but not sure), chicken links, tater salad and beans.
Meat was literally swimming in sauce. Beef and ribs had that just boiled tenderness that we all love. Chicken links were actually good. Probably from the sausage place up on Florence. Sauce was thin and had a decent flavor. It worked as hard as it could to cover up poorly seasoned meat. Beans and salad were uneventful.
*sigh*
If I had a spicewine and a spot....
Then I started asking questions.
"Never seen that kind of smoker before. What kind is it?"
"Gas"
Groan.
"So what kind of wood do you use with it?"
"Don't use no wood. It's self-smoking."
I have no idea what that means, but in the name of research, I ordered the combo plate. Ribs, sliced beef (Could have been brisket but not sure), chicken links, tater salad and beans.
Meat was literally swimming in sauce. Beef and ribs had that just boiled tenderness that we all love. Chicken links were actually good. Probably from the sausage place up on Florence. Sauce was thin and had a decent flavor. It worked as hard as it could to cover up poorly seasoned meat. Beans and salad were uneventful.
*sigh*
If I had a spicewine and a spot....