There's only one time -- and one time only -- that I want a "lil Bitta bull"…read more..
It's when some hare-brained nincompoop is feeding me a fish story the size of Moby Dick's, well, ya know, tail... (In case you're wondering, it's BIG...like 15-feet-long BIG...).
But I always -- and I mean always -- want a "whole lotta bull" when it comes in any form of mouth-watering bovine rations from your kitchen.
From the moment my boyfriend and I sat down, I knew we were in for a real treat. Not only was our waitress, Savannah P., as sweet and as charming as a bubbly Southern Belle two mint juleps in, but she fed me a "lil bitta bull" when she "claimed" to be shocked that we were close to 40! Even after glimpsing at his salt and pepper beard and listening to my grandma-like antics as I pinched her cheek (haha...just kidding), she still carded us when we ordered our drinks.
Savannah P. is one smart cookie--and that ain't no bull! Because she fed our egos first and foremost, which meant one thing--her tip was about to be as big as our appetites!
And boy were they ginormous...
After putting our cobwebbed licenses back in our dusty wallets, we couldn't wait to dive headfirst into a massive bowl of your brisket-infused mac and cheese. Why? Because anything smothered in cheese is always a good idea.
Always.
But, I've gotta say that most restaurant mac and cheese is usually nothing to write home about. Yet, after one bite of yours, I was about to create a saw mill inside your adorable "lil" dining room and process all the tables and chairs into paper, so I could pen letters to all my friends, family members, co-workers, the seven dwarves (even Grumpy) and all the Duggars, telling them to never let another macaroni noodle touch their tongue again--unless you boiled it and smothered it in your proprietary cheesy concoction!!! Bottom line: Your mac and cheese is the best I've had in any restaurant. Period.
Though we were so full, we couldn't get enough of dat bull! (I'm a poet and didn't even know it...lol). We both got the half rack of ribs! And what can I say...This little piggy (aka yours truly) went to the market and didn't cry all the way home...instead I cried tears of joy after the meat fell right off the bone the second I pierced my pearly whites into your perfectly smoked, insanely succulent sow!
The sauces were few, which made me go "phew" (in my head) bc there's nothing more annoying than going to a BBQ joint having to try 154 sauces to find the "perfect" condiment! The best part of your sauce selection? They were all great!!! So what did I do? I squeezed a three-neck waterway all over my ribs, creating a stream of "deliciousness."
The sides were on point! My boyfriend tends to be a better orderer than I am...this time was no different. He couldn't get enough Mac (because we'll, duh!!), so he ordered another massive pile (that I personally made a dent in when he wasn't looking) along with a quite tasty tray of Cole slaw. He slurped up every last cabbage strand right after he gave me a teeny bite (bc he wanted it all to himself!)
I got the collards -- and I must say they were very flavorful. Why you might ask? Oh because brisket was infused in with them! Yum! I also got a nice load of Thanksgiving-inspired stuffing! I allowed my boyfriend to have one bite and he instantly said, "Wow! Tastes just like Mom's." His mom is a great cook, so if that isn't a great compliment, I don't know what is!
After everything being 100% scrumptious, we can't wait to try more!!! In fact, in the wise words of good ole "meathead" Arnold, Schwarzenegger, "we'll be backkkkkkkk" to "terminate" plate after plate!