Tuesday, October 12, 2010

P. Red's B.B. Que

Most of you probably don't remember when Atlanta was a happening town with after hour parties that lasted til noon the next day... There was the infamous Red's that was located right behind this run down crack shack about a decade ago. It must be coincidence because now, that crack shack is the location of a new BBQ joint named Red's. Fuck, how I miss those insane parties.

This area has been kinda reborn and a couple new BBQ joints have popped up (first, Billy Jack's and now, PR's BBQ). From the outside, it looked very promising with all the hickory wood in front, neon signs on the windows and a plane crashing into the roof. On the inside, it had all the makings of a cute and cozy hillbilly Q joint way out in bumblefuck. But we all know that looks can be deceiving.

I walked in, some creastures on my left yell out something in the effect of a salutation, I nod my head and proceeded to ordered a bunch of shit since I already checked out the menu online. Waited for my grub and decided to take some pics of the inside. Not one minute has passed and one of the fat rednecks from Deliverance sneaks up behind me and starts mumbling some fucked up noises in the most creepy way like I'm gonna tie you to a tree and fuck you in the ass. I'm like WTF... I left my gun in the car. Chet from Weird Science then tells me that I can't take pictures because I might steal their idea. I said to him, but this is a franchise. He tells me, we don't do franchise. I tell him, that's not what your website says, there's a franchise button. I just ignored him and waited for my food to go... And snuck a couple more pics in. Fuck him. Take a gander...

(Doesn't look too bad, right?)

(Cute fake hog on the wall behind the counter)

(Dining area w/ crap all over the wall, cool)

Smoked Wings - Not bad but they seemed flash fried and then smoked to give it the illusion that it's been smoked completely. There's no hot sauce except for the hot BBQ sauce which wasn't all that... Kinda crappy to tell the truth. Fox Bro's still has the best real smoked wings, it's obvious.

Combo Plate (3 meats) - Ribs, pulled pork and sliced brisket. This is the make it or break it for this joint. Let's just say this isn't gonna win any contests. It's very generic in the BBQ chain sorta way. Seems like all the meats were boiled/poached ahead of time before going into the smoker. Just like Fat Matt's. It wasn't bad just not great BBQ. Brisket was so moist and had no smoke ring and/or bark. Pulled pork was shredded up meat that coulda came from anywhere. Ribs were chewy and tasted like Liquid Smoke. Ate a few bites of each and into the garbage it went.

Sides - Mac N Cheese, pretty much plain tasting. Kids will love it, though. Collards, cooked down well but pretty much bland and not a hint of pork in it. Brunswick stew, good consistency but nothing you can't find from a can.

I wished this was a hit because it's a good intown location but the owners' attitude really killed it before I even tasted the food. And after I tasted the food, I know I probably won't be heading back. Billy Jack's might be middling in the food department but they are so nice that you feel comfortable going back there without being fucking yelled at. I hate that shit because I'm the type to yell back and that wouldn't be a good thing. Be nice and I'll be nice... I'm paying you not the other way around, fuckers.

But as for now, this place is right down there with Shane's... Because it's a fucking franchise. I had better BBQ in Manhattan last week. But families with screaming spoiled brats will love it.

1 Star.

999 Chattahoochee Ave., NW
Atlanta, GA 30318
404-350-0008
Fax 404-350-8005
www.prsbbq.com

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