I love BBQ. As a matter of fact, I think that when God told the Apostle Peter to eat the stuff that was on the sheet that was lowered down, BBQ sauce must have been included. It had to come from God as a thing ordained from Heaven. Consider the following words from Acts 10:11-13
He saw heaven opened and a certain container descending to him, like a great sheet let down by four corners on the earth, in which were all kinds of four-footed animals of the earth, wild animals, reptiles, and birds of the sky. A voice came to him, “Rise, Peter, kill and eat!”
At first Peter was not about to do this thing, for on that sheet (I think it was the first picnic sheet) were things formerly unclean, presumably including pork. God then says to Peter, “What God has cleansed, you must not call unclean.” Folks, let it be said,
“If to God you want to be true, eat everything with Barbeque.”
Alright, so I won’t get an “A” in biblical hermeneutics, but hopefully you get the point. BBQ must be ordained by God, so we must try to eat it everywhere we can to find the best to recommend. With that, here’s a suggestion.
The Purple Daisy Picnic Cafe
If you are ever at the foot of Lookout Mountain in Chattanooga, TN (right next to the Incline Railway), stop by The Purple Daisy Picnic Cafe (thepurpledaisy.com). My wife and kids and I went there last week and left pretty happy. Let me tell you about some stuff we ate.
Have you ever heard of a Q-Dog? Well, it was pretty dang good. It consisted of an all-beef, grilled hot-dog, covered with barbecued pork and slaw, with a pickle on the side. I loved it. The slaw was good, too (if you like coleslaw on a BBQ sandwich, you’d like it on the dog). The cost ($4.50) was a little more than a regular hot-dog, but i’twere the toppings that made the difference. You could eat it with a fork, but I preferred to man-handle it.
Now, speaking of just good-ol’ barbeque (I think it looks better spelled with a “q”), the sandwich was a lot better than the one I had not too long ago at Bones’ in East Brainerd (no offence, Bones’). The meat was tender and moist, with a good smoky flavor. My wife ordered a regular size one, and I got the last bite (for the blog’s sake).
For dessert, Valerie and I shared a banana pudding. Again, it was not like my granny in Alabama used to make, nor like the big-armed grannies at a few homecomings, but it was good. What made it a little different was that it seemed to be freshly prepared for the customer at the time of order. The reason I say this is because of how the actual pudding was at the bottom, but the vanilla wafers and whipped cream were on top. The whole thing couldn’t have been made too much earlier, because the wafers were even still crunchy. It was served cool, not warm. I prefer warm, but oh well.
Now just a couple of other things to mention. First, let me tell you about the baked beans. They were a dish to themselves – really.
As you can see from the picture, these weren’t your ordinary baked beans. They had “stuff” in them. A bowl of them thar’ beans and some cornbread and you’d be set, I’m tell’n ya’. How’s that for colloquial?
The atmosphere of The Purple Daisy Picnic Cafe was fun and unique, too. Just take a look at the table and chairs in the corner. There is seating inside and outside. They serve Coke (hallelujah!). But getting in and out of their parking can be a little tricky, depending on which way you exit the lot (FYI).
Well, that’s about it for this addition of Anthony’s Appetite. Who know’s where I’ll end up next. Until then, give this little locally-owned cafe a try. The even have a neat website if you want to plan your culinary adventure beforehand.
God Bless BBQ!
P.S. My only complaint was that there was no Brunswick stew. But you know, nothing wrong with doing only what you do best.