Look at that mug - who wouldn't want to have dinner with him? Yeah, he knows he's handsome, too. Well, for date night this week, and to start off the "food" portion of our blog, I'm going to review this local favorite.
Southern Pit BBQ in Griffin, GA is exactly what you'd expect from a down-home BBQ joint - cheesy, tacky NASCAR and hunting paraphernalia hanging on every inch of the walls, local business advertisements glued to the table, and employees who all seem like they are related somehow. But, just as it should be, the smell outside the place was intoxicating and promised to deliver smokey deliciousness.
Southern Pit BBQ in Griffin, GA is exactly what you'd expect from a down-home BBQ joint - cheesy, tacky NASCAR and hunting paraphernalia hanging on every inch of the walls, local business advertisements glued to the table, and employees who all seem like they are related somehow. But, just as it should be, the smell outside the place was intoxicating and promised to deliver smokey deliciousness.
The menu is limited to the usual BBQ choices - pork, beef, chicken with the usual suspects as sides. Chris had the beef and pork sampler plate and I had the small baby back rib plate. Chris' duo of meats was lean and tasted great - I especially like the beef, which tasted much like the intoxicating scent that greeted us at the door. My ribs were pretty good themselves, falling off the bone and into my mouth. And their BBQ sauce, well it was finger-licking good. The sides, wellllllll, in my opinion were a bit of a whomp whomp. The corn bread had cracklin in it - don't know what cracklin is? Well I didn't either at first but then quickly realized it was fried pig skin - uhm, yuck. But the beans and brunswick stew were ok, nothing special.
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