He's been trying to coax me to this place for some time, and my first impressions were hopeful: the stack of wood, the huge pig statue on the roof, the sing-song accent of the owner, Charlie.
But after trying a little bit of everything, I was reminded, once again: You're not in Memphis anymore baby!
The brisket was dry and chewy, the ribs were fine, though would have benefitted from better trimming and more smoky flavor, the loin was bland, the pulled pork was shredded and the sauce made the statement. I wanted to like it, but...
I think the best BBQ I've had in Seattle was at Peco's Pit, though they still overdo in on the sauce. Someday, I would love to lead a tour of Memphis hot spots, to turn the uninitated into Q believers. Anybody game? How about next May?