We didn’t know Jack, but we kinda wanted to. So did a lot of our friends. Had to wait all the way past the bar next door, and through a line inside the premises too.
Here’s the funny thing – there was plenty of seating. I mean, it was quiet and kinda empty. It’s just that the people at the counter were the antithesis of quick and helpful. By which I mean they were slow, stupid, and uncommunicative. Having so much time in line, we were ready with our order when we finally got to the ‘meat station’ – here’s the meatz we want, these sidez, let’s go! But the guy behind the counter was all confuddled by this, as if he couldn’t remember more than one meat item at a time.
Jack’s on Broadway does have an awesome sign though, eh? The neon flying pigs are indeed animated at night.
Here’s our order. I just don’t think it’s that hard. Pulled plate, rib plate, extra brisket sandwich. Jack isn’t big on flexibility, so we had to get the junk bread wrapped around the brisket.
Cornbread’s good here. Coleslaw OK, apples canned and boring (or cooked so as to resemble nothing so much as canned, boring apples). Cucumber salad is a nice diversion, not something you hardly never see at no barbecue places.
The ribs had been left to set a spell, so while they were tender inside and heavily bark-y outside, they were a bit dry. You never know. They were more edible than some. The pork I remember as being kinda dry too, even though we watched the guy chopping it (maybe I should call it chopped instead of pulled). The brisket I don’t remember. I know it’s been over a month since I was there, but when stuff is good, I remember it.
Better luck tomorrow. This is 4 out of the 5 places we went to, and #5 was best.
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