Mmm BBQ

So Wednesday is "Family Dinner Night 1.5" for my house. We catch up with my dad and eat. Normally my dad or I cook, being we both cook rather well. My father is an official "Fattie," being at 5'10" he weights a whopping 173lbs. Those 3 lbs matter. He's been in manual labor all his life and can probably still kick my ass. So in order to keep him happy, we feed him (or let him feed us, he's old and likes to).

This week we didn't want to cook, and started for a Jack in the Box. Along the way I smelt something good while driving down Las Vegas Blvd. So we continue down, down to funky town To Here .. ok so they don't have a website that I can see but they are awesome.

Me and my dad are fans of good soul food and BBQ. My dad has family from Oklahoma, so he calls Southern Roots Rights, while I.. Well hell I figure I can pull the same card, so it's fair. We step up to the walk up window of this not too big a shack and get in line. We're behind two people, one getting his food and this little old black dude who eats there twice a week, at least. At this point we are intrigued. Our ears perk up like a small dogs, and we're in.

The menu? Totally reasonable. Sammiches for $5-$6, meat by the pound, slabs of ribs, it's all there and smells wonderful. Their sides include greats like fried okra, fried pickels, and slaw. Sitting behind the joint is, on a trailer, a smoker the size of a freaking dumpster. Heck it might even be a converted dumpster, but I'm still good for this.
So we order, and we're told about 7 minutes, since the fish is cooked to order.

I ordered the Catfish Po' Boy, my dad the Pulled Pork Sammich.

About 10 minutes later we get our food, mine with slaw and okra, his with slaw (it's a default for the sammiches) and Ranch Beans. Now, these aren't ranch like sauce but ranch like where cows live. As in Ranchers Beans. As in good. We get back to my Dads and open up. The food is reasonable sized, and good. My catfish was fried, and still nice and fall apart in your mouth, with a good flavor. For those of you that have had catfish, you know what I mean. Those of you that haven't, Catfish comes 2 ways: Good flavor or ass. Mine was not ass. The Okra? OMFG. I was pealing the breading off to eat the still firm not over cooked okra, and then eating the breading. I'm not even sure what kind it was, but it was spiced and mouth wateringly good. The slaw was not overly sauced and fit well on the sammich.

Dads pulled pork? I'd punch somebody for it. It had enough sauce to make a mess, but not enough to over power the smoked, and damn good, pork. The beans had some of the smokey flavor and a bit of kick, but they were awesome as well.
If you're over in old North Las Vegas, hit this place up. Do it. Now.