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Raleigh BBQ–A Fat Boy Restaurant® Market Analysis

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20070519.previewA post over at BBQ JewA Shot Across The Bow – Dickey’s Moving Onto Sacred Land raises an issue that has bothered me a long time.  (I’m not even going to get into the whole “Dickey’s has the Constitutional Right to build within sacred ground but shouldn’t.  Roger Ebert did a great job with that this morning, albeit on a slightly different topic – but is it really?)

Why can’t Raleigh have a decent BBQ joint instead of mediocrity?

What makes a great BBQ joint?

  1. Honest Q.  The sauce is important, but should never overwhelm the meat.  Chunks and “brown bits” also define greatness.
  2. Limited, genuine sides.  Deviled eggs, while being the greatest church potluck dinner item ever, should not be on the menu if you want to be great.  A BBQ plate should be ‘Q, Slaw, Potato Salad and hushpuppies.  That is not to say that substitutions shouldn’t be allowed – to not allow substitutions is to deny all that is Eastern North Carolina hospitality.  As a corollary, a good fried chicken is not necessary, but does not hurt.
  3. The ability to provide easy take out options.  Never underestimate the the power of the tailgate.
  4. Good sweet tea.

What Raleigh BBQ isn’t mediocre? The adage “when it’s good, it’s great, but when it’s not…” We don’t need more mediocre BBQ (as BBQ Jew claims – I have yet to try Dickey’s), we need just one great place.

I am a fan of The Pit, but they have placed themselves in a niche that isn’t BBQ friendly – they are too expensive for it to be a regular stop on the rotation. They have done a great job as marketing themselves as “tourist BBQ” – when foreigners (anyone whose daddy didn’t put peanuts in their Pepsi) come to Raleigh, and want Eastern NC ‘Q, The Pit is it. Further, they don’t lend themselves to stopping in for take out, which on occasion, would be nice.

Coopers and Barbecue Lodge (I know there are folks that shudder when those two are mentioned in the same sentence, but I do lump them there) are the very definition of the adage above.   I’ve had really good BBQ at both, but that is the exception rather than the rule.

For the McDonalds of Eastern North Carolina BBQ, Smithfield’s Chicken ‘N BBQ (note that they put the chicken first – not a good sign) is very good (I’m a big fan), but it feels too sterile and manufactured. Further, Smithfield BBQ isn’t IN Raleigh itself – you have to go to the suburbs of Cary, Wake Forest, and Garner.

There are others – the Q-Shack, Ole Time BBQ – that just never make my radar. I’ve not been that impressed by either.

wilbers_webWhere does that leave us? Sadly, a road trip to Goldsboro or Wilson is necessary. The capital of North Carolina ought to be the capital of Q, not Ayden. Or Willow Springs. Until it is, Dickey’s fits in perfectly.  Raleigh needs GREAT BBQ, not more mediocrity.

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My Latest Video

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My son tried to wax philosophic on the movies from Pixar on Facebook last night and didn’t quite get there.  I know what he was trying to say, but it was kind of snarky, so I decided a little humility was in order.

 

His initial reaction was not favorable.  His secondary reaction was not much better.

I love you Brad…

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Filling in the Holes…

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When Brad was young, he used to love to dig holes in the ground.  Just random holes.  They would appear with no notice, and the dirt that came out of them would disappear with the same sense of mystery.  It was as if the surrounding earth absorbed it – it ceased to be.

As the years have passed, those holes have begun to fill themselves in, much as Brad’s personality and maturity has grown and filled in.  We still have our struggles, and will continue to do so (he and I share way too many attributes for us to not battle some – it is a long family tradition), but I am very proud of the person he is becoming and look forward to knowing the person he will be.

A perfect example of this happened yesterday.  We were at Camp Cheerio, dropping off Jay (our youngest) for his first time at sleep-away camp.  Brad was already there, as he had been at the Camp Cheerio Extreme the week before and was going to spend a some time at Camp Cheerio proper.  A clerical error had placed Brad in a cabin full of 12 year old 7th graders, instead of the older boys he should have been with.  This normally would not have been a crisis, except that he has to live with one of those creatures, and the prospect of 10 of them for a week was more than he could stand.  The camp director quickly solved the problem, moving Brad to a more appropriate spot.

His mother and I were standing on the other side of the gym, dealing with something for our youngest, when Anne looked over and saw Brad walk up to the camp director, shake his hand, and thank him for taking care of the problem.

I miss the holes, but am looking forward to the filling in.

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