Bust. That’s the gist of it. We rolled into Louisville on Derby weekend (how smart is that?) but went straight to our intended destination: The Smokehouse BBQ. An unassuming exterior led to an unassuming interior. Our waitress was pleasant and relatively efficient. Rog and I were somewhat excited about the BBQ prospects because there were 6 different BBQ sauces on the table. W e did what we had come to do…we ordered different things so we could try a variety of products. he had the brisket and I had the pulled pork.
It was OK. That’s it. We are now official BBQ snobs…because this BBQ was…OK. The big disappointment was the mac n cheese. Looked and tasted like it came out of a box, really. Score = 0. OK, the sauces….Rog said, “How can 6 sauces be bad?”. I don’t know but they were mediocre at best. So we quietly left Louisville knowing our next stop would be Nashville… where we’d see our cousin…and all the Nashville sights.