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| - I wish all barbecue were this damn tasty. Throw in exceptional service and an impressive selection of bottles and drafts and you've got a triple threat named after an elusive and beautiful gold-coated horse stampeding across your taste buds.
I wandered in on based on the recommendation of my friend Dale. I knew nothing about the place. All I knew was that if they wanted to impress me, they needed to shatter my preconceived notions about how you can't beat the barbecue I've had in the south or my home state of California. They worked on doing that right off the bat. The affable bartender read my indecisiveness and immediately gave me a a passionate walk-though of their extensive menu, reading off each specialty like a sacred passage from a beloved novel. Before I even ordered, my mouth was watering almost uncontrollably.
I sat down at the large, horse-shoe shaped bar and drank a thirst-quenching organic draft while chatting it up with a friendly fellow playing hookie from work. When my food arrived - applewood smoked pork sandwich on a tender bun, bacon-wrapped corn and garlic fries that were as much garlic as potato - I knew I was in for a gut-expanding treat. The pork was sweet, smokey and had a great vinegar-like kick. The corn was a combination of bacon-fat buttery goodness. And the fries. Oh, the fries. As the menu warns, you might want to be doing any sales pitches after finishing off a healthy helping of these babies.
I now see what all the locals are raving about. Between the food, the brews, the personalities of the staff and the ever-present glorious smoker in the corner, they have themselves a magical combination.
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