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| - When this was Stacey's, a little bright purple BBQ haven on Indian School, we loved it. Every time we ate here it was better than the last time.
So now they're "under new management," and while the name "Stacey" still shows up here and there, it's definitely not the same anymore. It's painted a plain beige and the interior is fancier -- but the new management needs to get their act together.
The "Living Social" deal is not being accepted. Don't go expecting your special deal.
There is no longer a large menu written up on a blackboard. You have to worm your way through the very tight interior to the five-foot-tall counter and read the little printed menu. About half of it is blacked over, showing how much is no longer available that used to be served.
The service is painfully, distressingly slow. While the beef brisket I had was pretty decent (the sauce is still pretty good), I received it on a plain plate without my side (fries), a cold bun, and no napkins. I had already finished my soda because we'd waited so long, and no refill was offered, nor did the server ask if we wanted or needed anything else.
There was no air conditioning. Fortunately, it was "only" 101 when we went.
My regular fries and my dinner-mate's sweet potato fries were received AFTER we'd finished our sandwiches. The sweet potato fries were cold, while the regular fries were hot. No ketchup or other dipping sauces were offered. The only thing on the table were salt and pepper.
We waited after our dinners were finished for more than half an hour for our bill, which finally we went to the counter to get, as the single waiter kept going back and forth past us to help other people. It was not itemized, so we had to guess at divvying it up--when we agreed to combine our bill for their convenience!
I'm sorry to see this come to this state, since we really, really, REALLY need a good BBQ place in Central Phoenix. I think someone cursed Central Phoenix in that every time we've had a good BBQ place shows up, something has always happened to close them or destroy them, as has happened here.
It's not Stacey's anymore -- and Central Phoenix is back to waiting for good BBQ.
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