But even with this knowledge, Wes’ Rib House managed to even further lower my expectations from thinking I might ever find passable BBQ in this town.
Here’s the rundown; I went in blind, armed with a clear mind & pallet, I clearly was not expecting Texas to mysteriously arrive on my plate. I threw caution to the wind and went for the gusto; I ordered the 3 meat combo platter.
Wes’ served me up some pretty bad tasting ribs, the round of BBQ beef was gross. As a side, this had to be some of nastiest coleslaw I’ve ever tasted as well.
The winner here? Well unexpectedly the only good things I tasted on that night were the cornbread & the grilled chicken. Actually, the chicken was pretty damn good, and dare I say, the place is really misnamed. It should be called “Wes’ BBQ chicken shack and other crap”.
Taste: 2 on the BBQ (7 on the chicken)