The Mrs. finished up with a client tonight and called me from the road, "Want me to pick something up".
"Sure" I replied.
"What do you want?"
"Oh, I'll eat anything." (No kidding.)
"I feel like bar-b-q."
"OK, why don't your stop at Joey's."
"OK, I'll call you when I get there and you can tell me what to order."
Forty-five minutes later: Two green salads, each with slices of beet and carrot, and a scallion. Generous containers of Italian and Thousand Island dressing. A bag of garlic bread. One pork rib dinner with a corn cobette and a very generous side of potato salad. One sliced beef dinner with a side of beans and a baked yam. One side of two beef ribs.
The salad was fresh, and full of nice green lettuce. More than enough dressing. The Italian tasted like Wishbone. I did not taste the Thousand. The bread was sliced white sub sandwich rolls studded with sesame seeds and slathered in butter and a bit of garlic, then toasted. As bread, fulfilling, but in the continuum of garlic bread, nothing to write home about, and who goes to a Q joint for the garlic bread anyway.
The beef consisted of generous, thick slices (probably about 1/4 of an inch thick) of brisket that had been smoked, then the slices finished over a fire. The beef was fork tender and tasty. The ends of the slices were rendered as nice little burnt bits. Sauce on the side. Joey's sauce is a rich, thick dark red, almost mahogany color, kind of mellow. I spiced it up with a few drops of Dave's Total Insanity.
The yam was almost creamy and came with two big hunks of butter and a container of marshmallow cream. (I just used the butter, thought the white stuff was sour cream, but the Mrs. sniffed that out, I think she had it for dessert).
The potato salad was good, made with mustard and mayo, had some celery bits and pimento bits. The corn was pronounced perfect. I snagged a pork rib, very meaty, nice flavor, came with just a touch of Joey's sauce, and did not need any more.
The two beef ribs turned out to actually be three ribs. Very meaty and tender, came with some sauce, but again, the sauce is not overpowering or cloying. Beans were good, little pinto beans in a brownish almost red sauce, with little bits of bar-b-qued meat.
About forty bucks, with plenty of leftovers for tomorrow. Very tasty and satisfying. Usually in Q joints they do one or two things well, everything else seems to be an afterthough. Joey's execution of everything was very good.
The Mrs. said they must have just remodeled inside, not as tacky as before.
Ahh, life can be so sweet when you are a 'hound and you have a 'hound honey (although she would never admit it).
3689 Riverside Drive
1964 W. Foothill Blvd
117 W. 2nd Street