I tried the Tri Tip Sandwich just to compare it to Porky’s. The meat was almost as moist, and it gets pretty tasty when you dip just the tip into some sweet barbecue sauce before biting. I know tri tip is more west coast than south coast, but I had to try the tip at least once.
Despite its status as a mere hole in the wall on main street, the Britt’s Bowl can quickly turn a laid back lunch into the main street of your day. A mish-mash of everything on the menu, from the generic hot link to the impossibly tender shreds of pork and beef, all atop a bowl of beans that even Boston would be proud to claim, this is where you get the bang for your buck. Just be prepared to pack a bigger pair of pants.
At every restaurant, right when you finish your meal and start to lean back slowly just in case your newly-gained 5 pounds of food-baby weight breaks the chair, the server will ask you if you want dessert. They don’t do that at Britt’s because at Britt’s you don’t have a choice. You automatically get a little basket of glorified Donut Holes filled with a dab of vanilla custard topped off with powdered sugar. I already loved the Munchkins at Dunkin’, but after a couple of these I’ll never go back again.
When it’s lunchtime for this broke, homesick southern girl, Britt’s will be the first place I go. The prices are reasonable, the barbecue is as close as it gets, and there’s so much food in that bowl you won’t be able to eat anything for the rest of the day.
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