He likes it … in theory.

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There’s a restaurant under the black awning in this corner building in downtown Augusta.

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It’s a place my husband continually thinks he likes, but really doesn’t.

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I love that their beer is tapped in an old copper still.

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And while the pomegranate margarita was killer, I admit their version of hushpuppies was not.

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We’ve been here a few times and because I enjoy barbecue, I liked my meal.

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Half a dry rubbed chicken, sweet potato fries, slaw and jalapeño cornbread.

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My husband on the other hand complained his (very tender and flavorful) ribs didn’t have enough meat, his beans weren’t New England style, his slaw was too dry and his cornbread too spicy.

He doesn’t really like barbecue, but always thinks he does… no matter how many times I tell him he won’t be pleased.

Short memory, or stubbornness? Either way it will probably be another year before he suggests going out for barbecue again.

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20 thoughts on “He likes it … in theory.”

  1. His meat looks perfect ( yep realized how it sounded but figured you could use a good laugh) I would take it home and throw some real barbeque sauce on it.

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