Well, I'm back from my trip to Georgia. Didn't make it to any of the recommended places (thanks for the recs though) but we did stop by Sticky Fingers in Savannah. Had the look and feel of a chain, but the food was good. Ribs and pulled pork seemed a little dry -- maybe because of the way they have to store it to serve, I suppose -- but the flavor was AWESOME!
Although, ironically, I did not get to partake of my brother-in-law's Q, his wife made her version of "pulled pork". It consisted of a pork roast (of unidentified cut), a crock pot, and one cup of vinegar. After cooking the pork in the crock pot for about 8 hours, she smashed it all up with a wooden spoon, added some store bought bbq sauce, and proudly proclaimed to my wife, "That's barbecue!"
My brother-in-law to his credit, peeked around the corner and said to me that what she was doing to that meat had nothing to do with barbeque.
It had the consistency of mashed potatos, was gray and pretty devoid of all flavor until you added the bbq sauce on the bun. I politely ate two sandwiches since I was staying at their house.
This preparation/desacration of this poor pig was all the more sad to me when, while outside watching the kids play, I discovered this in their backyard.
After conversing with my brother-in-law, I discovered that he had sort of a different method for using it than is the norm here. I politely offered suggestions and even mentioned the forum. He pondered thoughtfully but I don't think he will be visiting Roll Call anytime soon.
Oh, well. If it works for him and his family, more power to him. Seems like a shame though to sully a pig's memory that way by puttting him in a crock pot after he has made the ultimate sacrifice for our dining pleasure.
Dave
Although, ironically, I did not get to partake of my brother-in-law's Q, his wife made her version of "pulled pork". It consisted of a pork roast (of unidentified cut), a crock pot, and one cup of vinegar. After cooking the pork in the crock pot for about 8 hours, she smashed it all up with a wooden spoon, added some store bought bbq sauce, and proudly proclaimed to my wife, "That's barbecue!"


It had the consistency of mashed potatos, was gray and pretty devoid of all flavor until you added the bbq sauce on the bun. I politely ate two sandwiches since I was staying at their house.
This preparation/desacration of this poor pig was all the more sad to me when, while outside watching the kids play, I discovered this in their backyard.
After conversing with my brother-in-law, I discovered that he had sort of a different method for using it than is the norm here. I politely offered suggestions and even mentioned the forum. He pondered thoughtfully but I don't think he will be visiting Roll Call anytime soon.
Oh, well. If it works for him and his family, more power to him. Seems like a shame though to sully a pig's memory that way by puttting him in a crock pot after he has made the ultimate sacrifice for our dining pleasure.

Dave