Since Nashville is near Memphis, TN, I felt that I may have a chance at some incredible barbecue. Bar-B-Cutie was recommended and the long lunch line showed promise. We waited thirty minutes to be served, which set me up with empty hopes.
The baby back ribs looked promising, but all hope was lost as my teeth discovered that they were overly cooked. They tasted okay, but the meat pratically fell off the bone and I could taste that they were definitely finished off in the oven.
The barbecue chicken looked institutional, like the middle school lunch lady would award as a penalty for cutting in line. It definitely basked in the warm glow of an oven.
The best part was the pulled pork. It was average and predictable. If you want authentic barbecue, try another joint.
Bar-B-Cutie scores a 2.5/5. I’ve had worse.