Thinking back, some of my absolute best meals have been eaten from styrofoam plates, using plastic Bars in Port Blair silverware - Daddy D'z is no different. Recently, on the rare night when my vegetarian girlfriend is out and I'm left to my own devices, I've been heading directly for the next barbecue spot, the next great place that everyone raves about, the spot that everyone says you must try - and then I remember how reviews tend to mathematically compare each spot as if it's an equation - a poor comparison of souls. While sitting there at my dingy, uneven table, surrounded by walls that have obviously soaked in their share of pork and beef fat molecules, I have no idea how anything anywhere else could possibly be better than this.
Daddy D'z is everything it wants to be and on that tired Sunday night the only diners in the restaurant were people seemingly not there for anything other than what they know - that this place delivers the goods and it doesn't matter who you are. Whether you're the hipster twenty-something woman with thick rimmed glasses in the corner, the father and his two sons trying to watch the football game on the big screen, or me - some guy desperately trying to avoid writing his paper that's due the next morning.So when my girlfriend came home later that evening and asked me how the paper was coming along, before I could utter any sort of simple lie, she noticed the blood red splatter dot on my shirt and immediately knew how I had spent my evening. Daddy D'z is my new favorite barbecue joint and it was absolutely worth it.
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