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| - My boyfriend was born and raised in Atlanta. Even though he has moved around since graduating from UGA, he is a Southern boy at heart. But when we were discussing where to go to dinner last night, I couldn't help but laugh when he asked me if there was someplace in Cleveland that served good ol' Southern home-style cooking. My response of "The Cracker BarreI?" was not acceptable to him, so he looked to Yelp for a little help. By the time I got out of the shower he had decided on Bubba's. They had fried chicken, collard greens and mac and cheese...that would be enough to quench his southern cravings.
We started out with the potato skins topped with pulled pork. The serving was huge and the pulled pork was amazing. We had to stop ourselves from eating them or we would be too full for dinner!
I ordered their special "d-boned" ribs. The 1/2 slab was $17.99 which I did not think was bad, but they charge extra for everything. A baked potato is considered a "super" side and cost me an extra $.99 and then an additional $.50 for a side of sour cream! I thought this was ridiculous. If I wanted a salad for a side, it would have been an additional $1.99! So when all is said and done, my $17.99 1/2 slab dinner turned into a $21.50 dinner. This is not cool Bubba's. My boyfriend ordered the whole fried chicken for $14.99. His sides of collard greens and mac and cheese were considered "normal" sides, so no up charges for him.
I forgot about the prices when they brought out the food. My ribs were awesome. Tender and cooked just right. My boyfriends chicken looked and smelled amazing! He started with a leg and mentioned how moist and juicy the chicken was. I am weird about my chicken. I am one of the very few people that would rather have my chicken on the dry side. It may be because I've gotten salmonella from undercooked chicken one to many times. But he seemed happy with it, so I didn't say anything. That is until he cut into a thigh piece and blood ran out. Beneath the breading and skin, the chicken was almost raw. My stomach immediately turned and I looked to flag down the waitress. My boyfriend stopped me, he would just try another piece. He is just too nice. Whatever. So he moved onto a breast. I was watching him eat now. I didn't trust the chicken and the last thing I wanted to do was play nurse to my food poisoned boyfriend later on that night. He pulled off the first layer of breast meat and he thought it looked fine. I did not. It was completely raw underneath. Disgustingly raw. This was the last straw for him. We asked for our server and showed her the raw disgusting pieces. She apologized and took the plate to show her manager. She came back a few minutes later and asked if we wanted another batch of chicken, something else from the menu, or the dinner taken off of our bill. My boyfriend had lost his appetite by now, so we just asked for the meal to be removed from the bill. Our server came back about 5 minutes later and gave us our bill, with the chicken taken off, and a $25 gift card so we would come back and give Bubba's another try. I thought that was a very nice gesture. Most restaurants these days seem to take on a huge attitude when you have a problem with the meal. Almost like it is your fault that they messed up. I've found it hard at times to even get a manager to acknowledge that there is a problem. So even though we were served undercooked chicken, Bubba's acknowledged the mistake and made it right with us. I can't bring myself to give it two stars due to the chicken issue, but we will definitely go back and give it another shot at a better review. We just won't order the chicken.
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