And God Said Let There Be Meat: A Review of Pat's BBQ

by Fred Warbon [warbon@slugmag.com]

Issue 236 / August 2008     More from this Issue     Download PDF  PDF



Pat’s BBQ
155 West Commonwealth Ave (2125 South), SouthSalt Lake, Utah
801-484-5963
www.patsbbq.com
Price: Moderate
As a former vegetarian of 12 years (the last four as a pescatarian), Iam still reveling in my recent return to the land of carnivores. Everymenu has become a wonderland of murderous choices. Aside fromthe occasional fine dining spot and ghetto ethnic hole in the wall, mostof the meat I eat is a little disappointing. The chicken too dry, the beeftoo tough or just plain flavorless and pork that tastes rancid. I am notsaying that I regret my lifestyle choice. The shit I’ve been cooking athome for the last nine months has been amazing (the task-mastersat SLUG won’t let me write about my lamb burgers with cayenneand garlic roasted asparagus, or grilled sandwiches on fresh bakedsourdough bread with manchego cheese, 2 year aged prosciutto, anddrizzled with fireweed honey). I have come to the decision that mostrestaurants in Salt Lake suck. Lately, I have been considering justeating meat at home and maybe at the occasional upscale place, thatis, until I had my first experience with Pat’s BBQ.

My wife (still an herbivore) was out of town, so a buddy and I took theopportunity to visit one of the meat-only places I want to go to, butcan’t––because like all married men, I fear the words "Of course youcan go without me. I’ll be fine at home alone tonight," which reallymeans, "I don’t want to sound like a bitch in front of your friends, butyou’d better find someplace I can go too." We found the place with noproblem. It’s the first street south of 2100 South on West Temple. Whenwe walked in, we were a little confused as to where to go. The take-outcounter was on the right, but it wasn’t entirely clear where the diningroom was. Within a few moments, we were greeted and told to headdown the hall and seat ourselves wherever we pleased. The diningroom, dubbed Howie’s Hall (named for the pig on the logo) was a largeopen room full of picnic tables and a high ceiling with a stage at thewest end for live music. The atmosphere was maybe one step moreformal than a large family reunion, with people grabbing their own waterand chatting away with the other groups sharing their large tables. Alarge and inviting patio is just adjacent to the hall, but we opted for thecooler, air-conditioned interior. Jeremiah Maxey was setting up toplay the Thursday open mic night. He sounded great and having onlyone arm made the performance even more amazing. The Pat’s websitehas a full calendar of live music.

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