Smokey Pig Bar-B-Q
2520 Louisville Rd.
Bowling Green, KY
Visited November 2, 2010
Beer selection: Bud Light, Miller Lite, etc., etc. (except on Election Day).
Food: Genuine Kentucky Barbeque.
Barbeque is one of the greatest things in life.
Right up the
re with hot summer days at the beach, cold beer and six foot blondes. Oh, and elections where entire waves of Socialist, nanny-state, gun-grabbing baby killers go down to defeat.
Makes life worth living.
Part of the joy of barbeque is the wide range of regional variations on this ancient smoky pursuit.
Beef in the west. Pork in the east. Ribs in between. Vinegar in North Carolina. Mustard in South Carolina. Tomato everywhere else.
But that’s just the beginning.
If you dig a little deeper into “BBQ Nation”, get off the main highway and really study it, you find all sorts of different local specialties as they relate to smoked meat.
Like here in south-central Kentucky, where you can get your barbeque “dipped” in hot sauce. All along the middle part of the Kentucky/Tennessee state line, you’ll find BBQ joints serving “dipped” BBQ.
The Smokey Pig here in Bowling Green, perched precariously on a cliff over the Green River, is a perfect example.
Usually, the barbequed meat that is being dipped in these parts is sliced pork or a pork chop.
But since the true test of a newfound barbeque joint is just a simple shredded pork sandwich, that’s what I orde
red – with a side of Smokey Pig’s famous hot dipping sauce.
It was a good choice too – one of the best BBQ sandwiches I’ve had. Honestly, it didn’t even need any sauce, already moist and well saturated in a tomato-based concoction. But being Suit757, I couldn’t resist.
The little Styrofoam container of orange
hot sauce contained an eye-popping mixture of cayenne and black pepper. One dip of the meat in that stuff and my whole head was tingling.
The hot sauce really reminded me of the delicious hot sauces used on fried chicken at places like Price’s in Nashville or Keaton’s in North Carolina. The idea of applying it to pork is a mind-blowingly good idea.
I also had to try a bit of the dark sweet sauce already on the table. And you know what? That was a pretty good combination. The sweet and the hot sauces really counter-balanced each other and comp
limented the smoky flavors of the pork.
As hot as that sauce was, I could really use a beer, I thought.
But if the barbeque hadn’t already blown my mind, what came out of the friendly young guy’s mouth at the counter definitely would have.
“I can’t sell you a Miller Lite until the polls close in an hour,” he said.
Huh?
“It’s Election Day,” he helpfully reminded me.
Uh, yeah. I’m well aware of that.
What the HELL does that have to do with me downing a Miller Lite with my barbequ
e sandwich???
“Oh, I guess it’s because they don’t want some guy to say ‘Vote for my guy if I buy you a beer,’” he explained.
Instantly recognizing the ridiculousness of what just came out of his mouth, he quickly added, “Like they can’t do the same thing with a pack of cigarettes.”
“Don’t give them any ideas,” I immediately replied.
Wow. Let’s think about this for a minute.
Kentucky politicians are so corrupt they have to stop themselves from buying votes by banning the sale of alcohol on Election Day to all law-abiding citizens.
As my fellow soul-mate in sarcasm, Suit69, likes to say, “Clearly, the terrorists hate us because we are free.”
Rating: Bought the Shirt!
2520 Louisville Rd.
Bowling Green, KY
Visited November 2, 2010
Beer selection: Bud Light, Miller Lite, etc., etc. (except on Election Day).
Food: Genuine Kentucky Barbeque.
Barbeque is one of the greatest things in life.
Right up the
re with hot summer days at the beach, cold beer and six foot blondes. Oh, and elections where entire waves of Socialist, nanny-state, gun-grabbing baby killers go down to defeat.Makes life worth living.
Part of the joy of barbeque is the wide range of regional variations on this ancient smoky pursuit.
Beef in the west. Pork in the east. Ribs in between. Vinegar in North Carolina. Mustard in South Carolina. Tomato everywhere else.
But that’s just the beginning.
If you dig a little deeper into “BBQ Nation”, get off the main highway and really study it, you find all sorts of different local specialties as they relate to smoked meat.
Like here in south-central Kentucky, where you can get your barbeque “dipped” in hot sauce. All along the middle part of the Kentucky/Tennessee state line, you’ll find BBQ joints serving “dipped” BBQ.
The Smokey Pig here in Bowling Green, perched precariously on a cliff over the Green River, is a perfect example.
Usually, the barbequed meat that is being dipped in these parts is sliced pork or a pork chop.
But since the true test of a newfound barbeque joint is just a simple shredded pork sandwich, that’s what I orde
red – with a side of Smokey Pig’s famous hot dipping sauce.It was a good choice too – one of the best BBQ sandwiches I’ve had. Honestly, it didn’t even need any sauce, already moist and well saturated in a tomato-based concoction. But being Suit757, I couldn’t resist.
The little Styrofoam container of orange
hot sauce contained an eye-popping mixture of cayenne and black pepper. One dip of the meat in that stuff and my whole head was tingling.The hot sauce really reminded me of the delicious hot sauces used on fried chicken at places like Price’s in Nashville or Keaton’s in North Carolina. The idea of applying it to pork is a mind-blowingly good idea.
I also had to try a bit of the dark sweet sauce already on the table. And you know what? That was a pretty good combination. The sweet and the hot sauces really counter-balanced each other and comp
limented the smoky flavors of the pork.As hot as that sauce was, I could really use a beer, I thought.
But if the barbeque hadn’t already blown my mind, what came out of the friendly young guy’s mouth at the counter definitely would have.
“I can’t sell you a Miller Lite until the polls close in an hour,” he said.
Huh?
“It’s Election Day,” he helpfully reminded me.
Uh, yeah. I’m well aware of that.
What the HELL does that have to do with me downing a Miller Lite with my barbequ
e sandwich???“Oh, I guess it’s because they don’t want some guy to say ‘Vote for my guy if I buy you a beer,’” he explained.
Instantly recognizing the ridiculousness of what just came out of his mouth, he quickly added, “Like they can’t do the same thing with a pack of cigarettes.”
“Don’t give them any ideas,” I immediately replied.
Wow. Let’s think about this for a minute.
Kentucky politicians are so corrupt they have to stop themselves from buying votes by banning the sale of alcohol on Election Day to all law-abiding citizens.
As my fellow soul-mate in sarcasm, Suit69, likes to say, “Clearly, the terrorists hate us because we are free.”
Rating: Bought the Shirt!
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