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| - Don't let House of Cards fool you, there's no decent barbecue joint in Washington DC. So when my Texan friend who has been living in Montreal for a decade told me about a BBQ joint he had been meaning to try - I was in. After all, I was at 4 poutines in 3 days and even as a native Quebecois in town just for a few days, I needed a break.
From the very strict "wait outside" policy (I went inside to look at the menu, and I was told to "take a picture of it and GTFO") to the waiter who literally splashed us with coleslaw (everywhere on our shirts - didn't apologize) to the ridiculous prices ($20 or a half rack of ribs, with one side, seriously?), Icehouse screamed attitude.
Their food better be good then. Right? Not really. Popcorn shrimp had amazing breading, with definite Asian influences with the sweet sauce. The ribs were fall off the bone. Good stuff. The fried chicken had also great batter, but the chicken itself had probably been prepared too long and it was dried DRIED. For my friend, all was saved when they brought the corn bread and potato salad (vinegary, thick, excellent).
For someone in severe BBQ withdrawal, it was fine. I guess that sums it up.
Note: Posters of shiner bock and all around - and yet you don't serve it? Shame on you.
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