The bf and I decided some food was in order if we wanted grab a pint with friends so we headed over to Pitt Bros to introduce my Italian love to the generous portions of animal on offer there. He went for the 'Pitt Bro Burger' deal (+one side at €12.95) and I decided (when in Rome), to be a pig and order the 'MEAT Combo' (3 meats+two sides at €19.95) plus another side of onion rings for €3.50 with a beer for €5.90. I've been here before and know how insanely dangerously good the bone marrow mash is so I had two servings of that for the two sides in the combo, 'generously' managing to give my boyfriend one of them decide my greedy stomach's protests.
His burger came out looking pretty damn amazing with a side of 'hush puppies'. The burger was delicious and was loaded with beef, veggies and the bun was nice and soft and not too thick, enabling actually successful flavour-rounded bites. Alas, the 'hush puppies', a weird blend of what we think was corn and cornmeal deep fat fried and loaded with cholesterol (yes, yes, we were in Pitt Bros, we know how unhealthy it is) were disappointing and rather sickly. Despite it being a meat and lard laden place, the 'hush puppies' genuinely appears to be on the menu simply for the sake of preemptive winter insulation/successfully killing a broken heart if someone's there for comfort eating. After two small bites, they were banished from the meal.
My combo took some time (I ordered two portions of ribs and a brisket along with my murderous marrow mash and the side of onion rings) but heavens to betsy, was it worth the wait (and weight). A group of four grown men lapsed into silence as my meal was brought to me, disbelief apparent in their eyes at so much food coming out on one wooden board. We spoke briefly and they took down the 'meat combo' for future reference and wished me luck with this gargantuan feat. The serving was unbelievable and I think probably more generous than usual given the hour (10pm). The two rack of ribs couldn't possibly be from the same pig, they were huge and all but covering the wooden board, shunting the sides precariously on the edge. The brisket was cleverly hidden underneath this sacrifice to Adaphagia (Goddess of Gluttony) and the boyfriend actually stopped eating his meal to emit the statement "What. The. F**k", his eyes sliding from my meal to my stature and back to the meal, before shaking his head (and possibly wondering if I would reach my 26th birthday and should he bow out now.) I was intimidated but willing to give it a go and started as I meant to go on. The ribs were Un.Be.Liev.Able. and worth this bastardisation of English. They were really really good, and the BBQ sauce had no semblance to the type of 'BBQ' sauce you get from Mizonni's or Dominos or the BBQy disappointments from a lot of burrito places. It was rich and smoky, sweet tangy and sour and though the ribs were drenched in it, you still managed to get a taste of the actual meat, which was cooked to utter perfection, sliding off the bone with no issue. I devoured the first batch with the bf, who, having tasted them admitted he regretted getting the burger afterall but the bone marrow mash put the breaks on my appetite and so the other rack and brisket were left temporarily. (I'll discuss the brisket matter shortly)
Coming to the mash, I cannot express how good it is, you just have to try them. Screw the fries, the burnt end beans, corn or slaw (I can't comment on the salad or mac+cheese.. Yet) and especially screw the 'hush puppies', order the bone marrow mash and relish the warmth, the creaminess, the butteriness, the coronary-heart-disease-ness (no really, they were really really really bad for you. I mean it, it's sinful and deadly but, like most things that are bad for us, terribly enjoyable.) You will not encounter better mash potatoes besides Chapter One(!)
Mash massacred, I shared out the onion rings, which were good and crispy but not as good as I recalled but we picked at them, though they were a bit too oily and a bit cold (he had tried them at the start and they were already quite lukewarm). 1 star deducted.
Brisket. I have to admit I was sorely disappointed with the brisket. Despite sheltering under a roof of roasting ribs, the brisket was cold. And I emphasis that, it was cold. The portion was exceedingly generous (diagonally reaching end to end of the board) but it hadn't been warm in a long time and thus after one bite, I decided it would be better to get a doggy bag for that and the remaining ribs and make a brisket based stir fry the next day. The other lost star.
We served ourselves our free ice creams (unlimited refills if you really want to load up on calories) and, with effort, went home, giving our ice creams to two men outside the George and wished them a good evening.
Total: €42.30
(Once recovered, I be back for ribs. My main concern is that they don't provide the origin of the meat, or say if it was from Eire, which isn't a good sign! read more