A group of four of us trucked over to Zeke's on SM Blvd. and Formosa last night for some much-craved bbq. (It took a Herculean effort to get there, incidentally, due to the massive traffic on both SM Blvd and Sunset, which, I believe, stemmed from some sort of protest at SM and La Cienega. Which figures, since the bf and I rarely venture outside of our little Westside shell, and when we do, terrible traffic. Them's the breaks.)
We started with some onion rings for the table. Quite tasty--batter dipped, fresh, served with some ranch dressing for dipping. Nice to come across decent onion rings. I had the pulled pork dinner with baked beans and slaw, as did the other woman in our group. It came with a piece of Texas toast, which left pepper in my teeth, but was evocative of tasty Sizzler cheese bread. The pork was very good, though it was helped by a liberal dousing of the Carolina mustard bbq sauce on the table. The beans were decent, not spectacular, and the slaw also fair, nothing noteworthy. (As we left, I saw on the specials board outside that they had non-mayo slaw available, and I wish I'd read that on the way in, since I would have preferred said tangy, non-mayo slaw instead.) The bf had the brisket with mashed potatoes and beans. The brisket was very good, also helped by some sauce, but the mashed potatoes weren't much better than Koo Koo Roo, or some similar establishment. The other fella in our party had a half chicken with potatoes. I didn't get to try his chicken (he doesn't like to share) but he seemed to enjoy it quite a bit. We took half my pork and a third of the brisket home, which was all that remained.
Unfortunately, we skipped dessert, since the other half of our party seemed uncomfortably full, but they sure sounded good: peach cobbler, bread pudding, sundry pies. Maybe it was for the best. I felt rather bloated after stuffing myself so fully.
The service was very friendly and helpful, and, at 8:15 on a Thursday night, there was plenty of seating. One of our friends was very cold due to the intense air conditioning, but I remembered my mother's sage advice and took a sweater. Thanks, mom!
The bf summed it up later by saying that Zeke's was good, but nothing to make a special trip for. He wished that he had gotten the brisket sandwich instead of the dinner, since for him, bbq really comes alive in sandwich form (sorry, purists!). I, too, would have liked my pork best on a sandwich, since I find a heap of pulled pork is daunting without mitigating bread.
Anyway, we live very close to Mr. Cecil's and now we have no excuse but to try it, as we've already braved the wilds of Hollywood for Zeke's.