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

My BBQ Taste Buds Need a Break

I don’t know about everyone else, but I think I need a little break from all the recent BBQ madness over the past couple of weeks. July 4th weekend really pumped my gut full of meat, hot dogs, and burgers. I even had to throw some leftover hot link sausages into the freezer, because I knew I wasn’t going to be able to eat those anytime soon. It’s time to detox, relax, and let the next BBQ cravings come in naturally.

In the meantime, I’ve been perusing the web for any interesting BBQ news. My blog was featured on the LA Times! Well, sort of. Anyone can just submit a photo — but I thought it was cool that the LA Times Food blog added my BBQ brisket sandwich to their photo gallery. Just go to photo #44.

Taking pictures of food has really become an art form. Some people may affectionately call it “food porn,” but it takes a good eye and some camera skill to produce worthy food shots. You can see some of the high quality photos at websites like TasteSpotting, where thousands of people submit photos to be features on the home page. For food bloggers, getting their pictures on the site means heavy traffic. One day, I hope to produce a good enough photo for that site. One day!

Got a Weber grill and a photogenic smile? I follow Weber Grill’s twitter account, and I saw a tweet about submitting photos to be featured on their home page or Facebook account. The page and contest name is called Me and My Weber. Maybe I’ll submit a picture or two.

July 4th BBQ: Say NO to Bad Hot Dogs & Burgers!

Ah, the 4th of July. Chances are, you’ll be chowing down on some hot dogs and burgers. Let’s hope you’re not eating some shriveled up and dry hot dog or some overcooked hockey-puck sized burger. I go to an annual homeowner’s association community BBQ, and they have the EXACT same food every single year… for the last, oh decade or so. What do they have? Yep, you guessed it. Shriveled up hot dogs and overcooked burgers.

I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of the usual hot dogs and burgers. That’s why I’m so happy using the Weber Smoky Mountain where I can smoke meats for TRUE BBQ. Sure, it’s more expensive and takes longer, but there is such a huge satisfaction and self accomplishment when you take that first juicy, tender bite of a smoked brisket. Speaking of, I’ll definitely be smoking some BBQ during the July 4th weekend. I’m already salivating.

Check out some July 4th stats:

Number of hotdogs to be consumed on July 4th: 150 million
Amount of chicken purchased in the week leading up to July 4th: 700 million pounds
Amount of red meat/pork purchased in the week leading up to July 4th: 190 million pounds
Percentage of American households with outdoor grills: 87
Percentage of American households with Weber Smoky Mountains: WAY TOO LOW!

Let the Smoking Begin!

I saw the UPS truck pull up to the front door and I knew right away. My Weber Smokey Mountain Smoker had finally arrived. The box was well packaged, and nothing seemed broken or out of place. Although there was a “Team Lift” sticker, it was a good workout to lift for one person. Of course, you can always just slide it around if there’s a smooth surface.

Unboxing and assembling was a piece of cake. You can find more detailed product info and photos here, but I’ll just do a quick summary. Assembly consisted of attaching the bottom legs, and screwing together the grate support brackets inside the middle charcoal chamber with the included nuts, bolts, and washers. From there, it was just placing all the components together in a “stacked” format. The end result looks like a shiny and black bullet. The whole process took about 20 minutes. It’s now ready for action. Time to go buy some meat…

Lift with your knees, not with your back
All of the contents laid out

The bottom charcoal bowl
The middle charcoal chamber
The cooking grates
The water pan
The lid with built-in temperature gauge
The 3 main components, in separate pieces
The WSM fully assembled
It even includes a good quality vinyl cover

Welcome! I Wanna Be a Smoker…

A BBQ meat smoker, that is!

After reading this article, and checking out all the the great info by the online experts, I made the plunge and ordered a Weber Smokey Mountain Cooker Smoker (or, WSM for short). It’s an R2D2 look-a-like BBQ smokin’ machine. I can’t wait for it to arrive, which is hopefully before Memorial Day weekend.

Prized possessions

Most of my BBQ experience consists of grilling on a Weber kettle grill and an indoor cast-iron griddle, cooking mostly hot dogs, burgers, steaks, and chicken. But it’s about time to move up to the big boys — briskets, ribs, and pulled pork, etc. I want to cook low and slow. I want to eat tender, juicy, melt-in-your-mouth smoke flavored meat.

I’ll be blogging about my BBQ adventures along with some of my experiences eating out, home cooking, or just anything else food related. I’m no BBQ expert, pitmaster, or trained chef. I’m no stuck-up, wannabe food critic or restaurant reviewer using big words. Easy to read, and no dictionary required. I’m just a regular guy who loves to cook, eat, and talk food, especially when it comes to BBQ. Thanks for joining me on this BBQ journey, or simply just stopping by.