Stop # 3: Deep South Family BB-Q
Event: Chowing with the locals
Hours till new addictive birds: 1
Excitement: For good BB-Q, I couldn't even explain (of my 11 years cooking, 3 where running a smoker)
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^^cracked pepper and habanero glazed "Firecracker" ribs...^^
This place is hands down some of the BEST BB-Q I've ever had. It might be cocky (15k hours of experience does that to a person), but I never (ever ever ever) like someone's BB-Q better than my own. I rarely even give complements like that to restaurants, but respect is given where it's earned. A true representation of southern hospitality. Family owned and operated through multiple generations. They even know how to make the batter stick to a fried green tomatoe! EVERY SINGLE BITE HAD BATTER! I hate getting fried green tomatoes at a restaurant. There's nothing worse than taking the first bite and having all of the batter fall off. Your left with this hot slimy booger of tomato, yuck! I can't even remember the last time I was so happy to give my money away!
I can't wait to re-build my smoker... But I know what you mean. I found a place in San Antonio who made a better BBQ than me. I should have been deeply offended, but instead I was just delighted. I enjoyed it to no end.
