The crew checks out a new BBQ joint called Farmer’s BBQ. After all, Charlotte clearly does not have enough places to eat BBQ. Snow is in the air (and spray painted on the door) and we are bundled up.
Chris and Ariel
Jason and Chad practice moving around slowly to mess up my pics. Ugh!
Fran gets some cafeteria style stuffing that is so salty, she proceeds to pass it around the table. Similar to I think this milk is spoiled, you smell it!
Jason is leery of the Japanese tourist.
Lesley is all smiles.
These various sauces become the butt of the jokes.
The workers abandon ship.
Monkey see. Monkey do.
My meal consists of pork BBQ, mac & cheese, toast, and a sampler of peach cobbler.
Overall, this BBQ joint is nothing to write home about. The food is average and the service is okay. The free peach cobbler samplers are a nice touch but not so tasty. The one very memorable thing about this place is that you feel and smell like you’re inside the slow BBQ cooker. The heat and smoke is so thick on your skin and clothes that when you leave, you might be chased by hungry dogs. Bon appétit Mr. Woof!
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