This is a place that you don’t want to bring your mother to. Only because you will be arrested for abuse, because this is “smack your momma” cuisine. This is life changing cuisine. You’re going to walk away asking yourself “why have I eaten anywhere else?” “Why didn’t my mother feed me this?” “Did my mother not love me?”
My first reveal is Wiley’s BBQ. Mr. Wiley is no secret to the BBQ world. He has won so many awards for his food it is down right embarrassing. This little gem is located in a strip center, so don’t miss it. So many treats so little time. I recommend Roman style eating here…that is gorge and purge. I know that is pretty gross, but take a few a bites and you will understand. This is serious throwdown, so don’t even play. Brisket, Mac & Cheese, pulled pork, homemade sauces, banana pudding**** (my personal favorite, made me miss my grandmaw), bourbon breadpudding, sweet tea and sooooo much more.