Many of these dishes will strain your insides from top to bottom. Compared with Hand Grenades – jalapeño poppers with pulled pork – it only strains some muscles. So, for that matter, does the ax throwing. They seem downright mild-manned by comparison. The barbecued meats appear in the numerous nachos. And there’s something called “Bumpkins,” which are egg rolls filled with brisket and with a chipotle blackberry barbecue sauce. The Swamp Fries come with chopped brisket and baked beans. The braised pork belly is, for the luvva mike, tossed with the Brussels sprouts, along with a honey balsamic glaze and fried onion strings – perhaps the looniest dish on the whole menu. The pork and the brisket are both on the sliders. The spareribs are smoked and deep-fried in an Asian sticky sauce. The chili on the waffle fries is made with brisket. But better still, several of the meats are part of the appetizers – which are more than big enough to be meals in themselves. They turn the meats into plates, and they turn them into sandwiches. Louis cut spare ribs, those pork belly burnt ends along with (for my money) even tastier brisket burnt ends (twice-smoked and twice-rubbed), properly addictive brisket, seriously tasty Carolina pulled pork with a “vinegar-based mop sauce,” and a super tender smoked chicken with an apricot glaze that doesn’t detract from the smoke. The meat is darned good for a massive operation – reasonably chewy St. The slogan on the front of the menu reads, “Eat our meat.” Within, there’s a box that reads, “Our butts…a good rub” and “Pork out with your fork out.” (There are no slogans about jackfruit or veggies of any sort!) You can add jalapeño to any of the drinks. A Watermelon Margarita with Herradura Silver Tequila. There’s a Peach Tea made with Four Roses Bourbon, a Mezcal Mango Margarita with Mezcal Union. (The name is, of course, yet another pun!) Under the heading Southern Sippers, there’s a Hurricane made with Captain Morgan Coconut Rum and White Rum, Kraken Rum, pineapple juice, passion fruit purée, lemon juice, orange juice and grenadine. Were I of the hard-drinking persuasion – for barbecue, beer is what I crave – I’d probably incapacitate myself with one or more of the mixology exotica at Sauced. I’m a couch potato, knocked for a digestive loop by an order of the Loaded Sweet “Potaters.” This potato has met its match. The portions of ‘que are so oversized, so demanding that rather than hefting an ax, I was looking forward to hitting the couch. The Grille (with its old-timey “e”) was downright pinky-in-the-air cosmopolitan compared with the wild and wooly fun and games at Sauced, where it’s not just the activities that give you a workout. Along with intensely staring at the multitude of big screens everywhere you turn in the massive space that used to be home to the Salt Creek Grille. Since my main activity at Sauced was elbow-bending and both heavy chewing and swallowing. And that if ax throwing isn’t your thing, you also can make reservations for bocce and shuffleboard.Īll of that made me feel kind of indolent and downright lazy. weekdays, and noon on weekends, and that the cost is $15 for 30 minutes, and $30 for a full hour. On a page near the deeply pork-intensive house brew section of the menu at Sauced BBQ & Spirits (Hawgs ‘n Heifersweizen, Piggy Style Pale Ale, Pig Head Red Ale, Dirty Little Pig IPA and so forth), you’ll find a page headed “How to get some axe.” (And yes, they do love their off-color puns here!)
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