Come on, there was no way in hell I wasn’t going to try this place out:
- It’s called BONERS BBQ
- It’s barbecue
- I love barbecue
- It’s in a easy to get to location
- It’s next to Turner Field
- I want a t-shirt
- IT’S CALLED BONERS
The entire experience was in all, very funny. Firstly, the inner 14-year old in me couldn’t stop finding amusement that I was headed to BONERS BBQ for lunch. When Jen and I got there, the place was as much of a ghetto and scary as I remember the area east of Turner Field to be, and for a split second, we weren’t even sure if the place was even open.
Going in, the first impression you get is just how quaint it is in there; the floors of whatever the fuck used to be there were all ripped out, and you’re just standing on the concrete slab. It’s kind of dimly lit, light coming from bulbs and lighted tinsel. The chairs humorously were all obtained from local chain THIS IS IT (whatever the fuck that means) soul food restaurants, as indicative of the THIS IS IT logos cut out of the backs of the chairs. Whatever, that means BONERS is economical and not wasteful of perfectly usable chairs, even if it’s someone else’s.
And then there’s the wall of Bettie Page-style pin up tease magazine covers and artwork. Love it. Kind of like the Hooters credo, it’s tacky, but there’s still some tastefulness behind it. It’s not skanky and blatantly cooter-in-your-face obvious. The artwork literally covers the entire back wall, but because all evil nipples are covered in all pictures, it’s all completely okay and safe.
The barbecue was good. I’ll be honest, the food wasn’t the best barbecue in the country. But that’s not saying it was bad, not the least bit. The chopped pork I got was smoky and had a good flavor, and wasn’t dry, which is good. Jen’s ribs, they weren’t spare ribs, they were definitely higher up towards the shoulder meat area, so it’s sometimes hard to tell which bites are meat and which bites are bone. But it’s like eating a really good smoky pork chop towards the shoulder blades.
Jen really liked the beans, but I wasn’t gung-ho over the sides. They were alright, but nothing that was life altering. They were temporarily out of the collard greens that I wanted, so I settled on onion rings and the beans, whereas Jen got these potato wedges. They were alright, but I think they’d be better sliced smaller, so that they can absorb more flavor or something.
But it’s all good, for as an overall experience, I was pleased. The food was good, and I like the cozy décor and atmosphere. The waitress had a nice ass, and I’d be lying if I wasn’t looking. If I had any cons at all about the experience it’s the fact that they were out of men’s shirts altogether, and the time it took for the food to come out was kinda long. But for the price paid and food received, it’s hard to beat, especially with a Scoutmob discount applied to it.
Most importantly, the place is called fucking BONERS BBQ. I’m thrilled that Boners didn’t disappoint, and I look forward to going there more in the future, and naturally for all of my friends and acquaintances that might read this and also be enthralled with the idea of going to a place called Boners.
