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    Jr Smokehouse BBQ

    5.0 (1 review)
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    Updated 3 weeks ago

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    Had the pleasure of coming to this wonderful place with my cousins. The food was incredible. It's a…read moresmall restaurant with incredible flavors. They will soon be expanding the space to include a bar and more tables. I am from California, so I look forward to see what they do to the place when I get back. I ordered the Etoufee Egg Rolls, Wings, and Jambalaya. My cousin ordered a burger, and his son ordered the Mac and cheese. OMG - the egg rolls were incredible. It came with a roumalade that I think they need to bottle up and sell. It's the kinda sauce you'd want to put on everything. I liked the texture and flavor of the wrap and omg the flavors tasted like they were wrapped in love. Chloe, the owner, told us that the jambalaya ones are even better. I was already ordering the jambalaya so I opted for the etouffee to get a wider variety of flavors. I ordered the wings with the lemon pepper and buffalo seasoning. The combo was a little salty, but good. That roumalade with it was bombacious! The jambalaya won my heart. It gave me the warm fuzzies because it felt like a beautiful story unfolded with every bite. So many flavors to take your tastebuds on an incredible journey. Love that the food is cooked in beef tallow. You can taste it in the fries. The crispiness and omg - I miss the days before people cooked with vegetable oil. Looking forward to the day when I can come back again. PS- please bottle up that roumalade and sell it!

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    Toby's Bar & Grill - 2 grilled Pork Chop Dinner, green beans, and cornbread.

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    3.6(34 reviews)
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    We saw this tavern on the way to our hotel. Not a huge parking lot…read more Walking into this place was definitely not how I expected. They were jamin' out to soul music! Good vibes all around. Felt bad for the bartender, I believe his name was Rodney? He was the only one working the front! Husband had a burger and fries. He really enjoyed his meal. I tried their grilled pork steak chop dinner. Comes with two and you have options to have them grilled, fried, or smothered. Two sides I had corn bread and green beans. Also a side of cabbage. All very good!! Pork chop I give a 8/10! For drinks I did try one of the drinks of the night which was a pink senorita. Wasn't too bad and then finished off with a Stella Artois! Husband drank modelo. The Friday night drink special was a bucket of modelo or coronas.

    Four Waters and Other Trials of the Soul…read more If a man wanders long enough, he will eventually stumble into a place that reveals more about himself than any sermon. For four sailors reunited after forty years, that unlikely sanctuary was Toby's Bar & Grill, a weary outpost crouched on Green Bay Road like a tavern set between two kingdoms: one ruled by hunger, the other by Providence. The place sagged under winter's grime. Its windows streaked as though it had spent the season mourning. Inside, the room was split as neatly as the world: to the right, an oversized bar tended by a woman clinging to the fashions of another century. Around her, four elderly patrons who seemed carved into their stools by time. Most striking was a woman in a leopard coat crowned with trembling feathers. Regal and tragic. Like a queen who misplaced her throne. We, four men of advancing years, entered awkwardly and collided into one another like schoolboys. The moment held that subtle modern tension, the instinct to divide the room into "us" and "them." Yet we pressed on. A man must not let discomfort masquerade as virtue. The tables on the left leaned and sighed under our weight, their outdated chairs demanding one foot on the floor for balance. When the barmaid arrived with menus sticky from long neglect, she declared that most of what they offered did not, in fact, exist. The prices were fiction as well. It was the sort of warning one receives at the start of a fable, though we ignored the warning and asked for water. Time thickened. Minutes dragged. When water finally appeared, it came with a bottle of lemon juice, as though sliced fruit at a bar was mere legend told by travelers. Our first man ordered a hamburger. "We're out," she replied with the calm finality of a sentry who has turned away better men. Pork chops became our new hope. She shouted the question across the room to the cook, a man we presumed to be Toby himself, perched at the bar with a drink like a minor god who had grown tired of his own kitchen. His answer drifted back with the voice of a beaten-down foe. We surrendered our plans and followed the path of pork chops. I asked only for a BLT, trusting that even a troubled kingdom could manage bread, bacon, and lettuce. Another long wait. More unquenched thirst. The barmaid floated among her regulars, leaving us to the silence of our own conversation. When the food arrived, the pork chops still carried their bones, the fries were seasoned with the enthusiasm of an unsupervised child, and my BLT came on untoasted loaf bread with lettuce shaved into confetti. It looked as though an angel had attempted cookery without understanding how gravity or sandwiches worked. A refill of water arrived in a plastic pitcher last seen in church basements of the 1970s. Still, it was cold. Gratitude has survived on less. The bill was merciful. The experience was not. Yet we left oddly richer, for not every journey nourishes the body. Some teach the quieter truths. Toby's offered us little comfort, but it did grant us something more: the rediscovery of fellowship in a place that time forgot. We walked back into the cold afternoon bemused and strangely full of story. Four old sailors, carrying a new tale no map would ever trouble to mark.

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