Much in the news these days about the epidemic of obesity.
Last week T and I went to the barbecue restaurant downtown. It is hard to eat healthy in my neck of the woods unless you are cooking at home, going to an expensive restaurant, or you are willing to drive to Orlando. It takes 30-40 minutes to get to Orlando. The traffic is terrible, and we're retired so money is tight.
Usually we cook at home. We are both decent cooks, and we like our fruit and veg. Sometimes we babysit late for our 4-year old grandson, N, and just want to grab a quick bite on our way home. Unless we're feeling flush with money burning a hole in our pockets, our inexpensive choices between there and here are pizza, subs, burgers, Mexican, Thai, or barbecue.
Barbecue is good, cheap, and right downtown. Everyday people own and run this place. When you live in the Land of Mouse, where chain restaurants reign supreme, Mom & Pop owned bakeries, cafes, and restaurants are a big plus. All their meats are heavenly, lean and lightly seasoned so you can apply as much or as little of their 3 different homemade sauces as you like. The problem is their side dishes, which are seemingly designed to kill you on the spot.
I carefully ordered beef brisket, green beans and coleslaw. I tried very hard not to eat the grilled Texas Toast that came with it. "Tried" is the key word. FYI, the green beans were cooked perfectly well (i.e., not overcooked) but came smothered in butter. You know I tried to order healthy-ish, but whattayagonnado? Next time I'll know better, although I have no idea what other side I could possibly substitute for the green beans that would be a better choice. Baked beans, maybe? Fried okra? Aaack.
I must confess I have become a connoisseur of coleslaw since moving to Central
Florida. Every place does it differently, and every place seems to have it. I would not have ordered it in my former life up north, mostly
because it would not have been on the menu. Here it is often the only
"vegetable" on the menu, besides french fries... And if you're going to eat pulled, barbecued meat, you need some coleslaw!
Much to my horror, T ordered the "Man Salad" listed on the menu. What is a man salad, you might ask? A massive platter of french fries covered with beans, cheese, and pulled pork. Don't forget the barbecue sauce, baby. Sorry - he wouldn't let me take a picture of the "salad." I wanted to. He said it wasn't very good. I bet. I'm sure he felt a little sick afterwards.
Here's a picture of the Bar-B-Que joint. I don't know anyone in the picture, but there are always lots of people standing in line at the take out window. If you are a barbecue aficionado the meat here is really, really good. Inside, the ordering counter and the seating area in the back are funky as hell. Check out the fake gas pump/fuel dispenser out front. These restaurateurs are dead serious about their ambiance. I don't know about you, but I wonder why both the bald guys are wearing orange shirts and navy blue shorts?