If every relative of mine from South Dakota suddenly showed up for a reunion, I think I could safely take them to Venita Rhea’s and they’d find something on the menu they’d like. In fact, I suspect some of the people there probably share some of my South Dakota gene pool. I don’t know what else to say other than this was my last hot breakfast before heading off to the desert for some extreme camping.
Ted got something that looked like a pile of sick, I think it was a scramble and it was a very big portion. Bloorf!
This is one of those restaurants where anything goes, where the customer can decide exactly what they want. But should they? Left to my own devices of assorted choices and substitutions, I ended up with a toasted bagel, a poached egg in a bowl, and some sweet potato fries. Most unstylish breakfast ever. I’ll tell you what I was thinking. I was thinking of eating the sweet potato fries and taking the rest to go. But I wanted boiled eggs, and it turns out they don’t actually have eggs in their shells in the kitchen. huh? So, boiled eggs aren’t possible, but I can have them poached! It defeats the purpose of me taking them in a doggy bag, but fine. And now that I have to eat the eggs, I may as well eat the bagel. I don’t know, the whole thing was odd. Win some, lose some.
Bonus: comic geeks can relish the mural on the restaurant walls that are embedded with iconic cartoon figures and analogies.
We came here on a whim while in the area. My own town’s bbq is slim pickings, most don’t even qualify as bbq, it’s more grilling.
It looked to be run entirely by two fellows who moved back and forth between the firepit grills and the service counter. Plus the queue for Just BBQ is the longest of any vendor in this food court, and that’s a testament to the business’ popularity, not just because the second wait to pay for the meal is stacked with patrons while the bbq guys leave the counter to tend to the grills.
My issue is mainly the sauce. We ordered one mild sauce, and an extra serving of sauce as hot. Just to try both. What we received may have been two hot sauces, because I could not for the life of me discern a difference – they’re just, simply, ridiculously hot. The kind of hot that masks any potential flavor because all there is is hot. Someone out there can proudly piss the farthest, and eat the hottest of hot sauce because it provides a sense of self-fulfillment, or pride, of WINNING, I guess. But maybe, just maybe, someone would like to eat without burning their face off – myself perhaps – so please, make a mild sauce actually mild.
Maybe they gave me the wrong sauce. However, there’s a sign posted claiming the hot sauce is hot, and if you get the hot sauce and find it too hot, you cannot exchange it for the less hot. So, first, I’m giving the benefit of the doubt that what I ordered was indeed what I received – in which case the mild sauce is too hot and no dangling carrot of cheap eats will compel me to return for another round of that. And second, what’s a girl to do upon finding the hot sauce is too hot.
It’s also pretty easy to grill a tri-tip and babyback ribs. When the bbq style can turn a pile of beef ribs into some kind of fall-of-the-bone tender goodness, that will get my attention. Unfortunately these beef ribs required enough gnawing with strings of connective tissue stuck to my teeth it was almost like I was back in junior high with braces. Not pretty.
Anyway, Just BBQ was also lots of grilled bread, and beans, and big cups of coke, and macaroni salad, coleslaw, potato salad and sweet potato pie. It’s a gutbuster of a meal and its patrons spill out across the entire food court as much as they spill out of their own chairs. It’s really popular and cheap, absolutely devastating the competition in the florescent-lit food court.