Saturday May 17, 7pm: Wife, son and myself waited in line 20 minutes just to begin our order (there were only four orders in front of us). First, you start your order with the guys cutting your meat, not the cashier (no paper record of what I order until I tell the cashier at the other end? Weird). As I watched them cut the brisket, I noticed he scraped the fat from the outside of the cut, and then started chopping it. "Holy crap; are you going to put that in my order?" No response. I like BBQ fat, but only as it is just trimming the meat, not the main dish. Short story: I ordered a two meat plate, with bun, pickles, onions, two sides (Okra and baked potato casserole), Wife ordered turkey Hoagie, son got mac and cheese and chicken nuggets. My meal is the picture attached: on the left is the pulled pork, the right is my gristly ass brisket. The masses of brown and green which look chewed up and spit out are my portion of fat and the flaccid pickle. No side dishes, had to go back and get them. Son got overcooked nuggets with VISIBLE SALT CRYSTALS ON THEM. Who in the hell salts chicken nuggets? And he is three, doesn't need a salt lick yet. Wife got lucky: she got two sandwiches. I felt bad for the people working there; they were overwhelmed by the small crowd, mostly because of their ass backwards ordering plan. Try this Dickey's Greenway: Cashier takes order, prints order, gives paper to guys in the back who slap it together, put it in a bag, hand it to the customer. TA DA. And don't sell me fat. I friggin hate that. Your guys even had the nerve to weigh out the portions.
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