Eating Out: Wood Ranch BBQ & Grill

The tri-tip doesn’t get a lot of love or publicity in the world of meats. It’s a bottom sirloin cut, relatively inexpensive in comparison to the mainstays at steakhouse restaurants. It’s just not as sexy as a ribeye, NY strip, or the filet mignon. It’s a very lean cut, and like most good steaks, needs to be eaten at medium or medium-rare so that it’s still tender and juicy. Nobody wants to chew on overcooked shoe leather.

Wood Ranch BBQ & Grill, the newest addition to Irvine Spectrum’s stable of corporate chain restaurants, seems to pride itself on their tri-tip. I was invited in a sneak preview of the restaurant about a week before their official opening–it’s a way for their staff to practice on operations and gather feedback from customers from their service to their food. Obviously, as a BBQ enthusiast and first-time customer of Wood Ranch, I was eager to try their BBQ items–especially their much ballyhooed tri-tip.


I’ll cut to the chase–how is their BBQ? It all depends. If you know your BBQ and have extremely high expectations, you will be disappointed. But if you’re in a carnivorous mood and not afraid to shell out some cash, then you’ll probably have a good time. Wood Ranch is an upscale chain restaurant, a notch above anything in the realm of something like Outback, Claim Jumper, Black Angus, etc. These places don’t necessarily fancy themselves as BBQ-centric restaurants, but you get my drift.


At the Irvine Spectrum, it’s a perfect fit. It’s in a great location, at the “front” near the theater, adjacent to PF Chang’s, Ruby’s Diner, CPK, just ot name a few. There’s no other type of similar restaurant at the Spectrum, and it will be a sure-fit hit for both families looking for a casual dinner and corporate-card wielding, power-lunch hungry office workers.


I haven’t had much experience eating tri-tip at restaurants, and they usually come pre-sliced. At Wood Ranch, it’s served as a steak–you can slice it to your own liking–thick and thin. I like the idea–there’s something more satisfying about cutting your own meat. Upon slicing, it was a dark pink and tender. But I can see how if this was pre-sliced, the tri-tip would dry out very easily. No smoky flavors in the tri-tip, however. It’s somewhat bland when eaten by itself, since it’s a very lean cut. But the tri-tip should always be accompanied by their BBQ sauce, which I thought was good. Tangy and slightly smoky, it almost rivals Phil’s BBQ–but not quite.


I also tried their baby-back ribs, which were pedestrian. If the restaurant claims that they smoke their meats, either they’re not doing it right, not using enough wood, or not smoking it long enough. The ribs were your typical restaurant variety–on par with Tony Roma’s. Slathered with BBQ sauce, the ribs were… boring, for lack of a better word. I think Lucille’s makes a slightly better version of ribs if you want to do a battle of corporate chain BBQ restaurants.

I applaud Wood Ranch for doing these sneak preview dinners and welcoming feedback for wanting to improve their food and service. Usually restaurants just open up without so much a word, and if they do a private event preview, it’s only a day or two. Wood Ranch did it for about a week. Although my meals were en gratis, I liked how they provided envelopes to accept donations for various charities. As far as the food, I also tried some other items on the menu.

Just generalizing, but I think their appetizers and burgers are the sure to be hits during happy hour and lunches. I’m not a fan of their salads, and mostly everything else on the menu is priced on the high side. As far as their BBQ, well, I’m glad to have tried their tri-tip, but it’s nothing earth shattering that I would return and pay $20 of my own money.

Eating Out: Bludso’s BBQ

“A Lil Taste of Texas.”

The words hand painted on the wall within Bludso’s BBQ says so little, yet says so much. Other than a few hours of layover at DFW, I had never visited Texas in the truest BBQ sense of the word. As if the aroma of BBQ smoke wafting through the air wasn’t enough, it made me feel at ease. In my eyes, this was going to be some legit Texas-style BBQ.

"A Lil Taste of Texas"

A half hour drive away was all it took to be transported to the city of Compton and onto the front steps of Bludso’s. The location isn’t exactly “Straight Outta Compton” by Ice Cube, but more like hey, it’s a quick getaway to the freeway part of Compton. This was no hole in the wall. This was a shack, a “B-B-Q Shack” to be exact. If only all shacks smelled this good.

For a mere $28.50, the Texas Sampler includes a bit of everything on the menu — brisket, pulled pork, rib tips, ribs, chicken, and two different types of sausage. I went with the hot BBQ sauce on the side, and picked the potato salad and the mac ‘n cheese. Bludso’s even throws in slices of white bread, for good measure. The styrofoam box was literally bursting at the wrap seams, and I felt like a plastic surgeon unwrapping a patient’s face after reconstructive surgery.

Plastic wrapped, handle with care

With the box finally opened, it was straight out of the scene in Pulp Fiction where Vincent opens up the suitcase for the first time, and a bright gold shine illuminates through. Vincent just stands there for a few moments, admires what he sees, and takes a long drag of his cigarette before Jules interrupts his thoughts and says “we happy?” Yeah, we happy.

Yeah, we happy

As fellow blogger Foodoofus and I tore through everything like a rabid, 2-man wolf pack, my favorites began to shine through — the brisket and the spare ribs. The much talked about brisket lived up to its reputation. In my early career smoking BBQ meats, I’ve had the most experience with brisket, and I’m always looking to smoke a more tender, juicier brisket. Bludso’s version was thinly sliced and was bursting with juices. The ribs had a nice bark, and the meat had just enough of that addictive smoky favor. The meat was tender, but none of that overcooked, mushy mess that plague many BBQ joints. The meat still clung onto the bone, letting your teeth rip off all the porky goodness.

BBQ plate of goodness

Mac 'n cheese, potato salad

For the sides, my favorite was the potato salad. Bludso’s version of the potato salad had more of a creamy consistency, which was a perfect contrast to the hot BBQ sauce. The sauce had a nice, spicy kick, but was neither vinegary or sugary. The slices of white bread might throw off some people — but do as do in Texas, a la Smitty’s Market. It’s the perfect vehicle to sop up the meat juices and the BBQ sauce. My quest for great BBQ in the LA/OC area is taking a turn for the better, and Bludso’s BBQ is surely leading the pack.

Use that white bread to your advantage

Texas BBQ vs. Kansas City BBQ

Back on May 31, I posted about the William Sonoma blog teaser on Volt Bro’s BBQ tour. I admit, I haven’t been back until now. It looks like they’ve been pretty busy. There is chock full of mouth-watering food pictures, videos recipes, and first hand insight on some old school BBQ joints — just some great material to read about if you’re a BBQ fan.

There are even recipes for BBQ desserts, along with a recipe on southern corn bread that seems enticing to try (but I’m not too interested in baking). But the recipe I’m most interested is the Carolina-style pulled pork. Another interesting thing to point is their “5 Things to Know About” for BBQ styles — so far they’ve talked about Texas and Kansas City. Good stuff.

Eating Out: Baby Blues BBQ

When eating out BBQ, I try to avoid the chain restaurants out there, which can range from bad to downright mediocre. There was this Texas-based chain, which opened several years ago about a few minutes away from my house. I tried it once and never again. It was bland, no smoky flavor, and was in a bad location. The place didn’t last long and shut down rather quickly.

Baby Blues BBQ in Venice is one of the better BBQ places I’ve tried in the LA area. It was on Triple D, and has its fair share of Yelp reviews, so of course many people will say it’s “hyped up.” I couldn’t care less — I just want good BBQ. I had the baby back ribs platter, along with a side of mac ‘n cheese, sweet potatoes, and cornbread. What I liked about the ribs was that it had a nice crust and smoky bark, and was not TOO tender. Good ribs should still have a good toothsome quality, and not completely fall off the bone upon the first bite. I also liked how they provide several different types of BBQ sauces in squeeze bottles on the table.

People are always trying to pigeon hole BBQ places… like oh what style BBQ is this? Texas, North Carolina, Kansas City, etc? It doesn’t matter. Safe to say, most BBQ places in California use a little bit of everything, so it’s a hybrid. Many people use both dry rub (Texas) to go along with vinegar-based sauces (NC) — including myself. Just as long as it tastes good. Next time I’m in the area, I definitely want to try their beef ribs and the pulled pork sandwich.

Saveur’s BBQ Nation

Reading Saveur magazine’s BBQ Nation is like being instantly transported to some gritty, hole-in-wall BBQ joint in Kansas City or North Carolina. The kind of place where it’s not corporate, but family owned, where you can smell the aromatic smoke a mile away. The photos and videos capture so much — the friendly smiles behind the counter, the old equipment that’s been used for generations, and the relaxed atmosphere from patrons waiting in line to get their fix of home style ‘Q. There’s even a recipe for Chicago-style rib tips. I might give it a whirl sometime.

I’ve also been checking out websites like the Kansas City BBQ Society (KCBS) and the California BBQ Association. Ever wonder how people become a BBQ judge in those competitions? If you want to become a BBQ certified judge, you have to go an all-day judging class taught by KCBS. I think it’s around $80 and it includes a year membership to KCBS. They hold several classes each month, but the problem is finding one close enough to Southern California. I would absolutely go. I’m sure once you get certified, you still have to snag a coveted judging spot — sitting inside this white tent, shrouded in secrecy, tasting dozens of different BBQ? Sign me up.

Judging area tent at OC BBQ Festival in 2010