Big T's...Meh

If you've been following this blog you've certainly heard me rant and rave about the importance of authenticity in how I judge a barbecue establishment. While I still consider this aspect to be of consequence, certain experiences have helped me understand that there is more than one way to sauce a sandwich. Big T's, an old-fashioned, wood-floored, wood-walled, grease-filled joint, further lessened the significance that I will place on authenticity in the future.

Big T's sits on Blue Parkway which tranforms from Volker just a few miles away from the plaza. The old-looking establishment rests quiet and quaint with a set of smokers stuck outside in the parking lot. I sensed trouble as soon as I glimpsed the idle smokers, bereft of the streaming grey mist that usually accompanies such devices.

Dan Thode, who drove Logan Beets and I to Big T's on our way to the Lake of the Ozarks, explained that the smokers had been billowing when he drove by at about 8:30 the previous night on his way back to Raytown. This observation implies that Big T's meat, like many in KC, is smoked the day or night before. While this factor is not controlling, it tends to result in less smoke-flavor.

We ordered at the counter and I got a double-pulled pork on white bread, fries, beans and a piece of corn on the cob. Beets and Thode both got beef sandwiches on bun with fries. The service was slow and indifferent.

While waiting for our meals to arive at our booth, we gazed around the dimly lit dive to find posters and old newspaper mockups, mostly referencing events from the Negro Leagues. One of these discussed an event when Babe Ruth and Ty Cobb played against Negro League players. Being sports fans we were all regailed by the ancient articles. Old farm equipment also adorned the walls giving the joint an old-fashioned air.

Thode and Beets

The greasy thick-cut meat sat slathered on the bread, sauce splashed on top. The slimy, juicy pork had decent fat content, nothing disguisting but it definitely was not hidden. I like a greasy, kind of fatty, sandwich so this aspect wasn't really a problem. My beef (sorry) was with the preparation. The meat was not hot or really that warm, and it lacked much of smokey taste or really any flavor other than pork. The meat alone, was basically boring.

Beets and Thode had similar assessments about their sandwiches. "I prefer a smokier beef," Thode said simply.

Although the sandwich came with sauce Thode and I both had to return to the counter to ask for more. After I waited, being ignored by several employees, the counter attendent returned from emptying the garbage cans, and I was given a styrofoam cup full of hot, not just warm, sauce. I've never been served bbq sauce at this temperture before and it seemed the sauce might be kept hot to cover up the meat's coolness.

The thin mixed liquid was composed of a strong vinnegar base backed by pepper and tomato-something. For a second I thought I tasted ketchup, but I cannot vouch for that observation. By itself the sauce was nothing special. I've had similarly mixed sauce served superiorly all over Kansas City.

I will say though, that mixed together, the sloppy sandwich and the rigid sauce created a serviceable meal. I realized, and Beets agreed, that our sandwiches actually got better as we ate them.

"There's a good balance between the meat and the sauce, but the meat depends on the sauce," Beets explained. He added that he thought the two facets blended well.

The fries were a soft greasy substantially portioned pile of potatoes. I thought they could have used some addition, some alteration, some adaptation from a standard, although seemingly cut in house, fry, or that they could at least have been served hot. I prefer a crispier fry, but I did enjoy these, once salted and slathered in sauce.

The beans, laiden with beef, maintained a strong meat-flavor in addition to a tint of maple or brown sugar that blended well. Overall these beans were about average, but we all agreed that the beef flavor raised their bar a bit.

The small cut of a corn cob was simple, honest and served with butter. I enjoyed the cob-presentation.

Overall, I did have a good experience at Big T's, but the food really was nothing special. Big T's does have a drive-through but as Beets complained, "In my experience it takes forever."


You can get better meat, better sauce, better beans, and better fries just a bit down the road and across the street at LC's (and many other places in town). Big T's is worth stopping in if you're in the area, hungry and want the KC joint atmosphere, but you can do better.

Woodyard Bar-B-Que...The Secret is in the Smoke

The first I heard of Woodyard Bar-B-Que, located on Merriam Lane, just off Interstate 35, was from my sister who lives in Dallas because Woodyard was featured on a Food Network show. Since then I've heard the name every so often from a variety of barbecue enthusiasts.

A friend of mine, Sarah Studyvin, was visiting her sister in Fairway, and wanted to get some authentic Kansas City BBQ. Since I had to pick her up across the border anyway, I decided to take her to Woodyard and we were both blown away with the fumes that flow from Woodyard's constantly smokin' pit.

I smelled the sweetly pungent odor the second I opened my car door. On my way into the tight cottage that houses Woodyard's restaurant, I glimpsed enormous stacked piles of wood set far back from the cramped parking lot. Next to the cottage laid bags of several wood varieties. Woodyard is an actual wood yard and has been since about 1914. The restaurant was established in 1950.

Sarah and I walked up by the brick smoker which was a part of the brick patio, through a swinging screen door and into the cramped joint. Woodyard might be a bit crowded on a cold or rainy day as only a few tables sat inside, but outside stood a few picnic tables and numerous sets of patio furniture.

I ordered a pulled pork sandwich and got the two side option, fries and cheesy corn, for a total of $7.25. Yes, an entire meal for $7.25. I also got the beans, a single rib and a soda to put my total just about $13.00. I thought that selling single ribs was genius, because it allowed everyone to at least try a rib in case someone isn’t up to eating the full or even the half slab. I thought the option considered their customers cravings and marketed their product brilliantly. Both baby back and spare ribs were available. I got a spare rib because it has more meat. Sarah ordered the burnt end sandwich with fries, cheesy corn and a soda.

The view from our table

We sat at a picnic table outside, caught up and enjoyed the lovely day, sensing the smoke-filled air. A fan blew next to us, keeping people cool and the smoke blowing from the old smoker into the air and away from the patio. Our food was delivered, to our delight, with reasonable speed.

My sandwich, crafted to seemingly specific, precise proportions and grounded in a long hoagie bun, sat next to the wedge fries and two reasonably sized cups which held the corn and beans. I thought the hoagie bun was a nice touch because it allowed more meat than an average hamburger bun and created structural integrity.

Wood for sale

The shredded pork swelled with sweet smokiness, and small diced onions, which had either been sautéed or smoked with the meat, hid amongst the shreds. I thought that the onions provided a particularly creative and tasty touch separating Woodyard’s pork sandwich from any I have ever eaten.

 I could not find any gristle or fat in the juicy, but not dripping, shreds. The pork held a certain sturdiness, gained from extensive smoking that recoiled before it reached the level of toughness, an attribute I admire when the meat can maintain such a level of juiciness. The pork reached a level of smoke-potency that I have rarely tasted. I think that using the sweet woods, like pecan, as Woodyard does, allows the smoke flavor more prevalence without dominating the sandwich. I didn’t need bread. I didn’t need sauce. I didn’t need fries, cheesy corn or beans. I think I have found my new favorite meat.

The rib meat, cocooned, in a crispy, burnt-with-intention crust dropped from the bone in my fingers. The tender, juicy flesh held, ingrained in every molecule, a well-smoked spectacle. This meat too required no sauce, but I added some any way just to try it out.

The burnt end sandwich grasped the sweet smoke in the same manner. The ends lightly-burnt-crust exterior refrained from overtaking the beef, allowing the insides to remain tender, juicy and flavorful.

Woodyard had two sauces, Original and Spicy. The Original, composed from a strong vinegar base, was accompanied by a soft tang and a slight subtle sweetness that restrained the vinegar, which kept it under control. Although the more strident, more dedicated vinegar taste lingered shortly in my mouth.

The Spicy version was similar, but had a stronger tang, followed by a hot jab, potentially from chili powder or cayenne, to the taste buds, although the sauce kept control, powerful but not overpowering, in your face but not abrasive. I wouldn’t say these were my favorite sauces by any means, as I like a sweeter blend, but they were solid and complimented the meat perfectly. A sweeter sauce might have gotten control of the meal, but here, the smoke-infused meat is the star.

The sides backed the sandwich appropriately. The cheesy corn was composed of crisp fresh corn and a thin cream mixed with thyme and chunks of ham, conceiving a smooth balance of taste. I’m not much of a ham fan but I thought this meat added a special saltiness to the side. And, while most places emphasize their cheese, Woodyard emphasizes their fresh corn and I truly enjoyed their take on this local favorite.

The beans held a substantial beef flavor, which emanated from the chunks of beef that waded in the thick blend which was partly composed of diced onions and paprika. We also tasted a sampling of power, maybe chili powder or cayenne pepper that gave the beans a little something extra.

The crispy wedge fries, cut from real potatoes as shown by the skin on their bottoms, supplemented the pork perfectly. The thick wedges had been dashed with pepper, and tiny red specs of cayenne, providing the potato meat with full flavor.

As we left I talked a bit to Mark O’Bryan, the expert smoker. O’Bryan, a cousin of Woodyard’s owners, explained that Woodyard used a lot of pecan wood, and also white oak with some hickory. O’Bryan explained that even though using hickory chips is considered dogma around Kansas City, that he thought it often left the meat a little bitter.

“Pecan is idiot proof,” O’Bryan explained. “I say idiot proof because I have good results with it,” he chuckled.

Smoke pouring out after
O'Bryan opened the grill

I don’t think the atmosphere at Woodyard can be beat. “That’s what a barbecue place should be, that you can see the meat being cooked,” Studyvin explained. There was something special about sitting outdoors on a picnic table with the brick smoker, only 15 feet or so from our table, connected with the brick patio. They patio, the smoker and us were one, creating an acutely homey feel.

And, as far as sandwiches, meat and sides go, Woodyard has moved up towards the top of my list. It might be a little out of the way unless you’re already on I35, but the trip is worth it. I promise.

O'Bryan encouraged me to get closeups of the meat. The resulting photo shoot is below.

Auxiliary Benefits of my Barbecue Quest

Over the last few weeks I've forced myself, with the help of several friends, into a barbecue boot camp. I realized that my time in Kansas City is coming to a close and I wasted too much time not eating the incredible variety of barbecue that this city has to offer. So, I've been sprinting, making up time to try as many restaurants, dives and joints as possible. Still, by the time I leave at the end of July I will only have visited a fraction of those that KC has to offer.

This saddens me because I spent three years here, and probably could have tried every pulled pork sandwich in the metropolitan area. It may sound silly, but I'll regret this omission for a long time. Still, I've learned in my quest for the best BBQ sandwich, and not just about meat and sauce.

Since I started this blog I've developed a more finely-tuned sense of taste. I take my time eating now where before I'd often rush through a meal. I pay more attention to my food's details, the spices, the preparation, the fat-content, the cost-to-portion proportion. I enjoy eating in a different way than I ever have.

This quest has influenced me at a more personal level too. I often become stagnant in the establishments I frequent, like many people do. Now I'm more inclined to try a new restaurant, to go out of my way, just because I've never eaten there before. And I guess this idea has expanded my mind a little. Maybe I sound like I'm exaggerating but really, forcing myself to try new BBQ has adapted my mind, switched it to a different mode, to a more curious, more adventurous channel.

Still, like anyone else I have my favorite establishments, my Cheers and my personal habits. But, because of this effort, the quest for variety of all kinds has become ingrained in me, soaked, infused in every morsel like well-smoked meat.

I appreciate that anyone reads this and I hope that some randoms stumble upon it. If just one tourist goes to a BBQ joint other than Jack Stack or Gates, I have made the world a better place.

P.S. I have reviews for Woodyard Bar-B-Que and Smokin' Guns BBQ coming up. They are written but my phone is taking an unfortunately long time to send the pictures to my g-mail.