After a hard evening of lying on the beach watching my boyfriend disappear on the ocean paddle-boarding, I was craving something with substance. It’s apparently hard work trying to get a tan.
So we headed to Peckinpah. It’s a Carolina-style BBQ place (read: vinegar undertones) and is open late. Perfect. Unfortunately I didn’t find the tastes so perfect. Admittedly, I also compare all BBQ to my Mom’s ribs and the pulled pork sandwich at Memphis Blues. Personally, I like my standards. 
We decided to order half a pork rib platter that came with cornbread and two sides $16.50 (we chose the potato salad and baked beans), and a pulled pork sandwich with a side of 3 hush puppies (our choice) $9.50. The bun was the best thing about the sandwich (Memphis Blues take note please!) – soft, browned and shiny on top, with a delicious sweetness to it. However the sauce was lost in the sandwich and vinegar was the only thing that stuck out, with no hint of smoke. The pork itself was moist but flavourless and the hush puppies were dry. Actually, most of the sides were too dry, except for the beans, which were the stars of the whole show – not swimming in sauce, cooked perfectly, and had that “as good as the BBQ it should be paired with” taste to it.
The place itself had character fit for a southern BBQ house, and maybe one day I’ll find myself in gastown looking for a patio to chill on, drink beer, and eat beans.
Tags: bbq, memphis blues, pulled pork
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