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Cliff H.

is Blowin Smoke!
Joined
Mar 4, 2007
Location
Jonesboro Arkansas
I never go to bbq resturants these days. The last one that I went to here in Jonesboro was a newly opened bbq resturant that I won't name because it is unimportant and it could have been any one of the 4-5 places that are here. I just wanted to give them a try because I read about the owner and saw an interview on tv. I wanted to give them a fair shake.

I walk into the place and there are pictures of their comp team and tropheys sitting all around the place. That gets me thinking that I am in for something special.

A kid comes out from the back with a big plate of ribs that he must have just taken off of the gas fired smoker. I don't remember if it was an Ole Hickory or a Southern Pride. The company spared no expense. It was a nice one. No doubt.

What was missing was smoke and fire. The whole experience was similar to ordering something in any other resturant. It was not memorable. The only smell I remember was.....Glass cleaner.

I have only eaten at one bbq joint that I can say that was memorable from the moment I walked in until I left. I can't remember the name of the place because I was pretty young. I ate there only once some 35 years ago but I still remeber the atmosphere.

When I walked into the run down looking place there were picnic tables set up inside. Not very many either, I don't think the owners were real interested in anyone eating in. There were no waiters or waitresses.

I could see fire. I could smell smoke. I could see people slicing, chopping and wrapping orders in butcher paper. This place was not one of the meccas but the way they served was similar.

It was like ordering bbq at a butcher shop. I felt real close to the cooking process. It seemed as if they just took the meat out of the smoker and wrapped it up and handed it to me. It was a wonderful experience and I remember it to this day.

The bbq joints that are world famous all kinda do the same thing don't they ? In general they really seperate themselves from the rest of the pack. They cook with fire you can see, smoke you can smell and they cook fresh every day. They may make thier own sausage or be known for a special recipe. When they run out of something.....Come back earilier tomorrow.

I like a bbq joint with an attitude.
 
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The REAL BBQ place you mentioned reminds me of Brant's BBQ in K.C. If you want atmosphere , you won't find it there! In the 50' when I went there as a kid , they were serving take-out Q and fries in Newsprint. I still eat there when I go to KC , and order their orig. cayene based BBQ sauce.Some may not like it , but I still love the Q:clap2:
 
Boy, do I ever agree. I wrote a review about 7 months ago about a chain that is
growing in this area. Same thing. No wonderful smoke smell about the place, no
smoke on the meat, no bark, and frankly I thought it was boiled (the pork). It was
tasteless. Great bun though! :) I imagine you could boil cardboard and come up
with almost the same taste and texture... My background going way WAY back
is in restaurants; cooking and managing. If it weren't such a small profit margin
(if you're profitable at all), I'd open up a good old fashioned BBQ joint like the
one you're describing.
 
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Your idea of real Q has me reminiscing about the crazy places we would go for Q. I have fond memories of eating at the original Sonny Bryans in Dallas which was across the street from where I was going to school. It is an old run down shack now that is always filled with mesquite smoke. The Q is served in paper boats and the only chairs are 8th grade desks with the little platform arms. On a hot day it gets over 100 degrees in there but it did not matter because we got our brisket, tater salad, and white bread fix. We would walk out of there sweaty, smokey, and satiated. We also often ate at Q spots in the rougher neighborhoods in Dallas where we were harassed because of our appearance. I remember getting an order ticket with the big hand written letters WB at the bottom and when my order was ready they didn't call my number but instead yelled "White boy". Funny, I barely qualify as being white! I kept going back for that amazing hot link and mutton.

Since moving to the bay area I find myself gravitating towards the same kind of places. Some of the best Q places in Oakland have that same no frills you take what smokey goodness you can get feeling.

I don't need tablecloths or service. Just give me tasty Q that comes out of a smokey box with a pitchfork.
 
I agree with ya, nothing better then smelling woodsmoke and eating BBQ. The best barbecue I ever had was in a place like that. Only I couldn't tell you more then what state it was in since my buddy and I were completely lost in Kentucky. We came up over this hill, and it said BBQ and there we cars everywhere, so we decided it must be good. It wasn't good it was fantastic! We actually tried to find it on a couple of occasions when we were back in the area, and never could figure out where it was. It now just lives in the memories of good food past :wink:
 
I agree. Around here most of the resturants use gas grills to to their BBQ. When I serve BBQ for the crowd at church, or when I am entertaining people at my house, etc, people ask me why mine is better than (enter resturant name here). I tell them, it is smoke. Sure you can get good flavor with gas too if you use chips or something to get that smoke, but they don't do that. It cost too much.

But the flavor, the wonderful flavor live flames and real smoke give you can not be beat.
 
A good BBQ place is all about the feeling you get. Unfortunately, with all the city, county, and state regs you have to follow in a legal restaurant environment, it makes it very difficult to open an old timey BBQ "joint" (Here in So Cal).

We had Love's and Chris and Pitts when I was a kid, and used to go there with my grandparents (Transplanted Oklahomans). Good 'ol days.
 
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