This joint came with high praise, so I drove about two hours to give it a try. Approaching the place, my hopes seemed fulfilled. The sheet metal and wood exterior along with the faded sign reeked potential. Talk about disappointment. The ribs here were nearly devoid of flavor and were just warm with chunks of unrendered fat. The sausage tasted straight from the grocery store, and the brisket didn’t come in to save the day. It was tender, but with little crust and almost no smoke, it was a passable version of roast beef. The mediocrity carried over into the straight-from-the-tub potato salad, the lukewarm mac and cheese, and the banana pudding that had no bananas, just fake banana flavoring. The two hours of unsatisfied driving back home just made it all the worse.
(This review originally appeared on Full Custom Gospel BBQ.)