I've heard good things about this place from the OC Weekly and a recent post on this board, so I decided to drop by for lunch. Cute setting--it's off a major street, but on the edge of a residential neighborhood, so the vibe is a little like eating on a neighbor's patio. The restaurant itself looks like a little bungalow at the back of a tiny parking lot. All the seating is outdoors (with sturdy cloth umbrellas over all the tables), and the tables come thoughtfully equipped with napkins, wet naps, plastic cutlery, and bottles of hot sauce. The menus are printed on brown paper doggie bags--excellent sign, suggests generous portions. And everything I'd heard about the place suggested the portions were large. And I was STARVING.
Along comes my server, a skinny guy who looked and sounded like an extra from "Deliverance" (was this part of their Southern authenticity shtick??) and he takes one look at me and suggests...a salad. Yes, their salads looked pretty good (one was an interesting mix of corn, jicama, lettuce, random other veg, topped with pulled pork or chicken, the other a blue cheese-covered iceberg wedge)--but I didn't go to a BBQ joint for that. And I hate it when servers at restaurants try to push salads on me (which they do a lot--I'm female, Asian, and kind of skinny, so they must assume I I live on lettuce and ice tea, which I most assuredly do not!)
Before anyone accuses me of going into some "don't hate me because I'm beautiful" shtick, part of the reason I'm skinny is because I'm a serious long-distance runner, and my BBQ outing today was meant to be a reward for a 12-mile training run this morning. (I also have a seriously irregular work schedule.) So yes, I had earned my right to pig out. I decided to order a BBQ plate (they offer a choice of meats plus two sides): I chose pulled pork (hot BBQ sauce on the side), cole slaw, and potato salad. The plates come in two sizes, "big", and "bigger"; I didn't specify which I wanted, but I assumed the smaller one was the default.
A few minutes later, Mr. Deliverance returns with.. a pulled pork sandwich. I told him I had ordered the plate, he apologized and took it away. About 5 minutes after that, he returned with my pulled-pork plate. It was certainly not a "big" portion by any stretch of the imagination--a pile of nice-looking shreds about the size of the patties, filling, and bottom bun of a Double-Double, flanked by modest scoops of (very good) potato salad and cole slaw. I almost suspect they just pulled the bread off the sandwich and gave me just the filling-and maybe a little extra on top of that.
Maybe it was just my plummeting blood sugar and sore feet, but this bummed me out. The pork itself was tasty--moist, faintly smoky, and flavorful even without the sauce, which to me indicates good barbeque--but I was still quite hungry after I had polished it off. I was going to order a dessert, or maybe an order of fries, but Mr. Deliverance brought out my check before I could do so. And the check was for a pulled-pork sandwich!
Grr. At least what little food I got was good. (And yes, I got the check corrected, in *their* favor, so as not to invoke bad karma.) I wouldn't rule out going back again, just because of the quality and geographic convenience of the place.. But just out of curiosity--do any of you other female Hounds find yourselves constantly having boring little diet plates pushed on you when you'd rather have real food? Or do you suspect you might be getting smaller portions than the guys? And what do you do about it? (Maybe I should post this part on the Not About Food Board...)