We need to hit Scotty’s in Orange and Burrell’s in Santa Ana. Burrell’s is real old school complete with being in an old house and a picnic bench out back to eat on.
+1. I forgot I’d been here. Really good stuff … great homemade sauces on the table … and a very nice (albeit small) selection of beers on tap. I’ve always thought this could be a nice place for a small OL.
I’ve eaten real Texas cue, I’ve eaten plenty of real bbq outside of LA (I went to college in the South) and I’m WELL aware that LA is SERIOUSLY lacking in the bbq department.
However, putting aside the chatter on foodie sites about this bbq joint, when J Gold recommends a place I listen. Plus, the owner is from Texas.
Sounds like a win win and worth checking out for us bbq depraved souls in LA.
Leslie, I realize I blew it last time by bopping off to Napa to cook for Dildine (who didn’t appreciate it one bit ) but when you’re in PTown next, we’ll go to Podnah’s. Rodney’s a real Texan.
The best BBQ in LA I’ve had is Woody’s BBQ, down on Crenshaw st. (think Rodney King). Killer southern style BBQ ribs, brisket and hot links, bathing in a most delectable house made sauce. Get some collard greens and a loaf of white bread, and you’ll be in heaven. For the real experience, go down there on a sunday afternoon and everyone (100% african american peeps) is all dressed in their sunday-go-meetin’ finery. A don’t miss experience in downtown LA.
Agree that good LA bbq is not very bountiful, and in fact scarce. I’d say the best might be Phillip’s (Leimert Park) or Dr. Hoggly Woggly (Van Nuys), though neither is great.
I used to go to BBQ King on Figueroa a lot as it was ultra-convenient to take to the Dodger game. They went Joni Mitchell on it and tore it down to put up a big apartment building. Baby Blues in Venice is OK. At least it is a decent sit-down spot and allows corkage. It isn’t that authentic and can be saucy. The shrimp might be the best thing. Mr. Cecil’s which opened near us started out pretty good, but has gone downhill. I’ve heard Eastsiders talk up Zeke’s, but I’ve never been.