Thursday, July 7, 2011

BBQ at Baby Dolls

It was around closing time, and I think his name was Henry. No, I wasn't looking for a late night date at Baby Dolls, I smelled BBQ at the exit. The pitmaster himself was holding a tray of foil wrapped sandwiches in pork and beef varieties. Just $3 later, I was on my way to the van with a warm package.



The rest of the bachelor party was suspicious as I unwrapped it in the driver's seat. The meat had a hint of smoke, but the overwhelming flavor was BBQ sauce. With very little meat on a soft white bun, this was a sloppy joe masquerading as BBQ. But really, what do you expect from the BBQ in a strip club foyer around closing time?



I'm always willing to find out.

- BBQ Snob
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2 comments:

  1. AnonymousJuly 12, 2011 at 9:27 AM

    The sacrifices we make, huh?

    God and country, sir. God and country.

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  2. bruceJuly 18, 2011 at 1:56 AM

    Been there, done that. I opted for the link sandwich because I figured it would at worst be an Earl Campbell link as opposed to a worst case scenario pulled pork. Sober, I would not have been impressed. However, after drinking nearly an 18 pack myself, that link sandwich hit the spot. Would I go there just for the BBQ? No way. But hammered it hit the spot more than Denny's or IHOP ever could have.

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