When I envisioned a blog written by a recovering legalist, I never had “food critic” in mind.
But guess what?
Of all the things I have written so far, I have had more responses to what I thought about food than anything else! Cool, huh? I eat for other people’s reading enjoyment. What could be better?
Last night was one of those nights where everything goes according to plan, just not your own. We ended up at a restuarant all the way out in East Brainerd (that’s a part of Chattanooga, for those of you who don’t know), which is a good 30 minutes or more from our house. Long story short, we decided to go to a place called Bones’ Smokehouse (9012 E Brainerd Rd). A friend of the family, Kimberly Cobb works there as a server (so go there and ask for her, but make sure you leave a good tip).
When it comes to BBQ places, I have just a couple of things that I always ask for, 1) a simple pork sandwich, and 2) a bowl of Brunswick stew. Now, sometimes I also like to eat chili, so in this case I ordered all three, just for my loyal reading audience.
Let me tell you what I thought.
First, the chili was really good. Of course, I make the best chili known to man, so if there’s a quality chili anywhere I like to know about it. This chili was pretty darn good, I must say. It was full of meat, both pulled pork and beef. There was not a lot of beans, but enough to let you know they were there. The flavor was rich and not tomato-y. As a matter of fact, there was a particular spice that I sensed that characterized the chili, but I just couldn’t put my finger on what it was (which will drive me crazy). As a whole, it was a more peppery chili (as in black pepper), but not a hot chili. I would definitely recommend it to anyone, and wouldn’t mind having more.
Secondly, the Brunswick stew was absolutely divine (humanly speaking, sense I am not convinced Divinity eats Brunswick stew). Just like the chili, there was nothing watery about this stuff. It was stocked full of veggies like corn, peas, green beans, celery, chunky tomatoes, and those little lima beans. The meat was good, smoked, pulled pork that was as tender as butter on a biscuit. Overall, however, it was the smoky flavor that brought it all together into a taste combination that would make you want to close your eyes and say a simple “thank you” to God for taste buds. Personally, it brought back childhood memories of cold mornings and the cozy smell of a warm fireplace. Good, good stuff.
Thirdly, there was the sandwich. Didn’t like it. Enough said. Nothing special in the flavor department and a little dry. Considering the rest of the food, maybe they were having a bad day.
For dessert, I asked for banana pudding. Frankly, it was not really up to the standards of home-made, but it was alright. When it comes to banana pudding, unless a granny makes it, or it is part of a homecoming dinner at an old-fashioned Baptist church, you might as well forget about finding perfection at any price.
All-in-all, the best tasting food came in bowls.
Thankfully, they serve Coke! What’s even better, they use the small crunchy kind of ice you can munch on all day long. That’s good stuff, too.