I must respectfully disagree with previous reviewer M.Y. about Carter's being a hole in the wall. Set on an awkward corner lot directly on SR60 just east of the crossroads that defines Mulberry, this diner-car-like longhouse with a residential trailer hidden behind doesn't even have a wall in which to be a hole.
But that's all right -- in fact, it's awesome. It's everything it's supposed to be. Just set your expectations accordingly, and you'll be in for a homestyle barbecue treat.
Don't go to Carter's if you plan to sit down, unless you don't mind sitting in your car. Sure, there's at least one weatherbeaten picnic bench beside the building that might hold your weight -- forget about indoor seating -- but as it's an outdoor fixture, and the fauna have claimed it for their own. Unless you bring your meal home, you're either going to be standing around holding the styrofoam in one hand and eating with the other, or sitting in your car and fighting the valiant fight to keep any of that mustard-based sauce from reaching the upholstery. Mind you, keep the main drag clear -- cars drive in through the porte cochere to pick up to-go orders, and on busy nights, there's sometimes a bit of a line. Step on the drive-through cable -- really stomp on it! -- if no one's at the window, to let 'em know you're there.
If this is your idea of a date restaurant, as Jeff Foxworthy would say, you might be a redneck.
Don't let that put you off, though. A quick look through the tiny walk-up window's aging glass will reveal many framed and signed pictures of the Harlem Globetrotters, and last I checked, Mulberry wasn't what you'd call a "basketball town." I don't know if the team comes through Tampa or Orlando, but either way, Carter's is an easy hour's drive for them, and any barbecue a major basketball razzle-dazzle troupe drives an hour to enjoy is worth putting on your culinary map.
It's clean, honest barbecue, unencumbered and without pretense. Look elsewhere for fancy; this is just good old-fashioned pork, beef and chicken, as well as battered fish, served family-style. The sweet tea and lemonade are both things of beauty -- forget about a soda, you can get those anywhere -- and if you're fortunate enough to be there when they're selling pound cakes, get one -- they're individual-sized and delicious. The oxtail's another specialty; ask ahead, as it doesn't always last.
The "toast" is garlic-buttered white bread from the bag. The fries surely came from the nearby Publix supermarket. But this simply makes the experience all the more authentic, doesn't it? Your pulled pork will be dripping with brown, not red, sauce, rich and honey-mustard-heavy for a sticky, complex flavor you're not going to find from molasses-tomato-and-pepper-based sauces.
You'll pay less than ten dollars a person, and chances are good you'll chat with Mr. Carter himself, as he makes his rounds to make sure you're enjoying his family's recipes. And if you don't feel like dodging mosquitoes and drinking in the humid Florida air, call ahead, pick it up at the drive-through window, and take it home with you.
Where Carter's shines is that it's the real deal, through and through -- unpretentious, uncomplicated homestyle family barbecue in generous portions that doesn't try to rope in tourists with gimmicks, with a family recipe that really is delightfully different from the competition. Family-owned and operated, the recipes haven't changed for decades because they don't need to, and the facilities haven't expanded because they haven't needed to. The food'll keep you coming back, on its own.
UPDATE: Apparently, there was some confusion that I was disappointed with the service....heavens no. This review is meant to set expectations that this is a down-home barbecue shack, an American lolo -- it is an excellent specimen of what it is, and doesn't need to change a thing. read more