THIS RESTAURANT IS CLOSED.
On the way to a meeting, after flying into Jacksonville, I stopped off at the Georgia Pig in Brunswick, GA for some barbecue. I had eaten there two or three years back, but I didn’t remember anything at all about the meal. I blamed that on my memory – what I should have blamed it on was the general forgetfulness of the food.
When I see a place like this, I automatically think, “This has to be a winner.” Nope. Not even close. When I went inside, there were two folks in the place: the cook – who was working hard at the pit behind the counter; and the owner – an older woman sitting at one of the inside picnic tables, talking on a cordless phone. She was on the phone the entire time, talking about property taxes on someone’s estate.
The sign “Would you like pickles with your order”, implies that you have a choice. Nope. If there’s one thing I hate, it’s a pickle. Or more precisely, pickle juice. When it gets on your plate it ruins everything it touches.
So I ordered a half rack of ribs and a chopped pork sandwich, without a pickle. The ribs were non-descript. The barbecue sauce fairly weak. The sandwich bland. And there were pickles on the sandwich.It doesn’t even look particularly good. I know exactly why I didn’t remember eating at the GA Pig before – the food wasn’t worth remembering.