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| - Some Vegas locals I was visiting wanted to show me around Fremont Street this past Saturday night while I was in town and decided that going to the Container Park for our (very late) dinner would be the best so that we'd have choices and not all have to get the same thing.
I love all things meat (if you have read my reviews, you know this) and BBQ is an absolute favorite of mine, especially brisket.
What do I like more than brisket?
Macaroni and cheese!
So I was pretty darn excited over this dinner. It took a little longer to get than I expected, but maybe it just felt like we were waiting forever. Our friends were able to walk over to the hot dog place in Container Park, order their dogs, and walk back over before we'd gotten ours, and there hadn't been other people in line ordering before us. Luckily, I wasn't ravenous or anything so the wait wasn't bad.
At first glance, because my eyes are often bigger than my stomach, the three slices of brisket didn't look like much, but it was plenty and I didn't quite finish. If I had, I may have needed to be carried to the car.
The meat itself was super tender and melt in your mouth. It so easily came apart, there was no need for even a plastic knife. The fat came off really easily which is important to me as someone who really hates chewing fatty bits with the meat. The meat itself was unfortunately kind of salty, which is really noticeable to me (and was to my friend as well, who got the pulled pork and ribs - I tried his pulled pork and it was DELISH).
The BBQ sauce was good, if a little bit strong in both the sweet and tangy departments. It's hard for me to find a restaurant BBQ sauce I really like, but I hold out hope. This sauce reminded me of the one I've had at Phil's BBQ in San Diego - people go gaga over that stuff but the sweet plus the little hint of sour bite means that halfway through the meal, my tongue starts to get a little sore like I've been pounding sour candies.
The macaroni and cheese was definitely my favorite part. A lot of BBQ places serve rather dry mac and cheese, but I like mine drenched in creamy, oozy cheese sauce. This wasn't super oozy, but it was creamy and cheesy, rich and comforting. The little styrofoam cup's worth was unassuming but plenty!
Overall, it was a perfectly fine late-night meal for a Saturday of walking around Fremont. If I found myself back at Container Park, I'd probably eat here again but get the pulled pork. Or maybe just a ton of macaroni and cheese on its own!
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