We decided to "go" someplace tonight, leave a little early and venture away from the Village. Oy, the choices, chiu chow (saving for Gary), Oaxcan, Korean noodles, yet another Bosnian place, this one on Peterson that looked really cool, Sr. Pollo. We settled on beautiful downtown Burbank.
Our experience tonight mimiced in a lot of ways, many of the previos posts (I've linked to the last thread, and buried within, you will find a link to another Chuck's thread). A lot of very good dishes, and some simply OK brisket.
The best dishes were the ribs and the chicken fried chicken. The ribs really picked up the hickory flavor of the smoker. They were soft and tender if that bothers you but plenty porky. The chicken was, as Wolfgang Puck would call it tonight, a schnitzel, expertly fried and drowned in a sage-heavy white sauce. Underneath were mashed potatoes that stood firmly up to the gravy challenge.
Inside the BBQ sampler I also had pulled chicken and brisket with the ribs. I am still not sure what pulled chicken is. The waitress's explanation was very similiar to the way sour milk was described to me once at Ratners (you know sour milk). She said it was chicken that had been pulled. Needless to say, it was good, lean in the right way, and a proper foil to the spicy sauce. The other thing, the brisket, was almost poor. It was chip-chopped like a bunch of cheap meat, cut all wrong, with the grain, and greasy to boot. With all of Rene's trips to Chuck's, you'd think he'd teach them how to slice a brisket.
We also had the crawfish ettoufe with blackened shrimp. The ettoufe special had plenty of vig to it, but the shrimps were shrimpy and not so fresh smelling.
More things: odd tasting cole slaw, soupy brunswick stew, so-so mac and cheese, a hard roll usually seen on a catered deli tray. I wished we ordered the fries, but I had expected them to come with the kids chicken fingers (which were indeed good). We missed dessert as someone in the kitchen mixed up the salt with the sugar, tanking all of tonight's orders.
One final note, Zim mentioned the Heaven on Seven-esque display of hot sauces. Well, they were not for choice, rather they were for sale, with prices ranging from $3.00 to $6.75.
Plenty of winners, a few losers. Still worth a trip.