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| - Apparently John Mull didn't pay attention to the old adage "location, location, location" and if this place was judged solely on first impressions they may be in trouble. Located near Rancho and Gowan, smack dab in the middle of a residential neighborhood, the Road Kill Grill had me wondering as we rolled up into the dirt/rock driveway. It seemed as though I was thrust into the middle of some sort of unsolved murder/mystery documentary. It just didn't seem right. Are they really going to serve us "road kill?" is the thought that kept running through my mind.
Just as we approached and entered, thoughts of normalcy began to take over again, that is until I spotted the stuffed coyote inside the meat shop/restaurant. I was with a group of people and couldn't let my fears get the worst of me and just run out. Besides, I didn't think I'd be able to find my way back to the main road.
We were greeted by a very friendly, knowledgable man who briefed all of the "Road Kill Virgins" on what exactly it was we were getting ourselves into. It's "Tri-Tip day" he exclaims. Okay, now I'm interested. As he's taking orders, I'm looking at the menu, but have pretty much decided on the Tri-Tip. My buddy orders a three meat combo. Not to be outdone when it comes to grub, I order three meats as well. Tri-Tip, Hot Links and Brisket with cole slaw and good 'ol mac n cheese. It was like I'd died and gone to a pic-nic in Heaven. The Tri-Tip was some of the best I've ever had the pleasure of consuming and the mac n cheese was some kind of tasty. The hot links were sliced up and smothered in bbq sauce and the coleslaw could almost compete with grandma's (nothing ever will, but their's was pretty darn good).
The only thing that would have made the meal better would have been a huge glass of iced tea with lots of ice. The draw back here is that it's bottled water or canned soda, that's it. But hey, a regular showed up with a cooler full of his favorite beverage and nobody batted an eye. There is no inside seating, so good weather is vital. Or better yet, just grab it to go and take it home. It does travel well, too, as we couldn't finish it all and took some back for a co-worker. He was impressed as well.
Not that they would have to twist my arm to come back, but they offer free beer on Saturday. Maybe I have died and gone to a bbq in Heaven.
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