THIS RESTAURANT IS CLOSED.
I was bachelor-ing for a couple of days, with the girls at the beach, and had my appointed painting to do. In the manner that all projects begin, I made a second trip to the home improvement store. Seizing the opportunity to go someplace my family has sworn to never go again, I stopped on the way to Home Depot at Benson’s Grill / Benson’s BBQ (they seem to promote themselves as both).
It’s not that anyone has anything against Benson’s. It’s just that the building has had six or eight different restaurants in it over the last twelve to fifteen years. I don’t think I’ve eaten there in this iteration, although I vaguely remember some carry-out ribs from there a couple of years back.
When I arrived there were two young ladies working and two tables with customers (notice the lack of anyone in the picture). The waitress walked over to the table and asked what I would like for dinner.
“What’s freshest?”, I asked.
Dead silence, accompanied by a deer-in-the-headlights look.
“What’s most recently off the pit.”
More silence. “The pork, I guess.”
Wow! What a ringing endorsement.
The mac & cheese looked a lot like Kraft macaroni and cheese. And it tasted a lot like Kraft macaroni & cheese, with extra cheese thrown in to make it seem “fresher”. It wasn’t bad. It wasn’t good. It just was.
The green beans on the other hand, were likely the most tasteless things I’ve eaten in quite a while. I don’t how you can make green beans have so little taste. They seem to have something innate in their nature – a green taste. But it just wasn’t there in these. Maybe seasoning would have helped, but after a whole lot of salt the taste didn’t improve to speak of.
The pork itself was smoky and really dry. Not like dry from a dry rub, but dry as in cooked a while ago and sitting too long under a heat lamp. The pork was in dire need of sauce, which was the best part of the dinner – the sauces. There were two sauces on the table, Benson’s regular and Benson’s sweet. Somewhere between those two, is a pretty good barbecue sauce. All things considered the trip to Benson’s had been made. I went on to Home Depot to pick up a paint tray and went back and painted. And now I don’t have to stop there again (until it changes hands, and names, the next time.)