I am always on the lookout for great BBQ! Happened to have driven by this place, took note, and…read morereturned a couple of months later to check it out.
First, the music is incredibly loud inside the well-kept establishment. It's definitely not a place to sit and dine--not that there's really room for that. I think there were two high-top tables. Surprisingly, someone WAS dining in-house. I am sure his hearing went down a couple of notches.
Why do restaurateurs think that patrons want their ears blasted? It's not fine dining, we get that, but dang! The music was SO loud that I had trouble focusing on the menu. I rattled off my order and took a seat. The song that was playing in the moment had explicit, inappropriate language for children, and for me! Something about eating of another kind, well let's not go there.
Took my food home and was pleased that my food still radiated heat! I don't live anywhere close, so I was impressed!
The chicken was very good! Nearly perfectly seasoned. Thankfully, I got sauce on the side because the sauce was total yuck. It had so much hickory flavor that it left a bitter taste on the tongue, like a rancid taste. The collard greens lacked flavor, but were edible. I hate meat mixed in with veggies, even if it is turkey. The turkey did nothing for the greens but get in my way. When will we move from practices in the 1800s and stop using meat to "season" veggies? We're in the 21st century now. We have access to actual seasonings now!
The macaroni and cheese tasted old school and that was fine with me. It was a tub full of mush, but it tasted so good! Not a macaroni noodle to be found in all that mush, but hey, I'd reorder it!
The peach cobbler... Let me first say that I am a Georgia Peach through and through. If I see peach cobbler on the menu, I'm gonna get it. Trust and believe that! When I was taking the containers out of the bag, I paused and asked "What is this?"
It didn't look a thing like ANY kind of cobbler I'd ever seen. Brace yourselves... it looked like a tub of raw chicken skin floating on top of a dark liquid! How in the French onion soup is THAT peach cobbler? I tilted the container and saw some peaches peeking out. Seriously? Peach cobbler? Somebody ought to be brought up on charges for failure to make REAL peach cobbler! The peaches and the syrup were actually pretty tasty. The chicken skin-looking crust tasted like phyllo dough. Chile, we need flour, water, shortening, and an oven, STAT! Please, DON'T call THAT peach cobbler! Call it "hot peach mess" or "wanna be cobbler" or whatever!
Will return for the chicken and macaroni. Might try the potato salad next time, too. Just know if YOU go, take ear plugs, leave the children in the car, and make your own peach cobbler!
