Arrived at 11 a.m. on a weekday. Four others were in the venue of somewhat Spartan cowboy decor. As lunch time approached the room filled. This writer does not know why any but the unsuspecting would enter.
To be fair, the collards were great! That was the highest point of the experience.
A pulled pork sandwich was ordered. The big bun with a dusting of corn meal promised a substantial host for the very modest portion of juicy pulled pork. The flavor was thin. The two sauces provided, a mustard with an overwhelming vinegar flavor and the hot which was mostly just hot, did not kick anything up even one notch. The bun soon became a glob of dough. The pale iceberg lettuce salad was chilled. The BLT served on Texas style toast boasted more bread than anything.
The late check-back, "how was everything?", resulted in a dispute regarding the amount of meat on the pulled pork sandwich. The server countered that usually the portion is very big. It wasn't.
Prior to leaving, a trip to the facilities was desired. Without a knock the male manager barged into the women's rest room to, as he reported "check supplies".
This place is not one which seems in any manner worthy of a return visit.
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