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| - I'm updating my review, but not of the club itself, only for the BBQ caterer and my comments about the bathroom attendant.
I still hate the bathroom attndt concept, but Arnold is a genuine dude who will engage you in real conversation (meaning he will listen and respond to what you said, too, not just talk at you ). He presents a great argument about throwback-style service, that used to be the norm whenever the high-falutin' went out lounging for coctails, and he truly enjoys *service* - not just handing you gum, but interacting with you as a fellow human being. As far as bathroom attd's in general, I'm a convert, as long as the guy on the stool is as cool as my new buddy, Arnold.
Now the BBQ - shitchyea.!
This trailer smoker is brought out here by W & W Catering, owned by the Woods brothers. John(?) was again super friendly, eager to talk about his ingredients, methods, or anything else for that matter.
He offers pulled pork, chicken, smoky links, and i think brisket, too, kept warm and smokey with a real smoker fired with glowing hot red mesquite wood. You can get a styrofoam plate with the full meal of meat, beans, corn cob, roll for $10. Or, you can get just a sammich for $5.
There's no fork involved with the pulled pork. He donned a plastic glove, grabbed the hunk of pork shoulder, and started pulling off chucks to chop up a bit and stuff into a kaiser. Topped off with a scoop of tangy and sweet sauce that you can taste the wood in, and I was as close to heaven as one can get standing outside of a strip club on the other side of the tracks in the industrial West valley. 8^ |
Dinner gets a plate, but sammich is served on sheets of tin foil. Bits of tin are not fun to find crimped between your molars, but I guess I'll take the blame, myself, for having been the one in control of my mouth and chompers.
The Woods bros dont have a brick & mortar that they sell from - *yet*
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