We didn't mean to be eager beavers and show up exactly 19 minutes before the restaurant opened, but one member of our party wasn't here yet and we figured we would just hang out outside. A staff member was quick to come outside and tell us they didn't open until exactly 5 and that we were early and couldn't wait on the patio. Luckily we smiled adorably and they let us get away with waiting on the patio. That being said, I am a nervous nelly and was constantly worried they'd try to kick us off again. Every time someone came close to the restaurant I jumped to say "No! They are not open until 5!" - so worried that if others joined us on the patio we'd be told to line up behind the dreaded fence chain.
The call them 'crack buns' for a reason. My aunt Joan makes buns that would blow you away but these run a close second. They deserve a star on their own.
The corn is ok. Have you had the corn at momofuku? Also not great. Same experience for me. Hype followed by nothing. I can do that at home. With better corn. Maybe this is just because I grew up next to a corn field.
We ordered the ribs and when the beef rib arrived we were surprised to see it was 1 rib. But it was huge. Four of us took chunks off that rib and we revelled in it's deliciousness. The've hit the nail on the head with their sauce, the smokiness, the pucker... I am not allowed to say anything bad about Barque (I love Barque) but the sauce at Electric Mud gave it all a run for it's money.
At the end of the meal, after we had ordered several plates of food and the air was thick with smoke, I sat back in my chair, listened to Otis Redding sing "These Arms of Mine" and felt true happiness.
I should also mention that the waitress spilled fanta on my new iPhone but the meal and the atmosphere and my happiness overshadowed that quite quickly.
SJ