Sep 01, 2006
The Barbecue Joint, II
Today at The Barbecue Joint in Chapel Hill, Auntie Nell reminded me that I was fussy eater when she first arrived. "We'd have to say, 'here comes the train, open up the tunnel!'" (Apparently I used to call it a "tynal".)
In any case, today at The Barbecue Joint we both loved everything -- the beans and bacon, the duck confit salad, and the smoked salmon chowder.
I believe that The Barbecue Joint is now five years old. I'm glad they're in it for the long haul. You should be, too.
See here for an earlier review from 2004. Or better yet, just get your (slow cooked barbecued) butt on over for a meal.