The Pedalin' Pig — Restaurant in Boone

Me and a group of 5 people came to have some dinner. We arrived at 7:35 and were seated after waiting quite a while. We were told by our server named Jennifer C that she was super sorry about the wait, we understood and had no problem at all, we ordered our drinks and food right away because we had been waiting around 10 minutes for her to come get our orders. We then waited over 20 Minutes for our waters, sweet tea, and coke to come (no alcohol) agian she told us how sorry she was about the wait. To put into perspective there was maybe 5 tables with people it was not busy at all. We then waited over 35 minutes for the appetizer, and a hour for our food, once we got our food we were then told AGAIN how sorry she was about the wait. We enjoyed the food. Then we were waiting to receive the checks and boxes. Once the check had arrived we all noticed right away that the tip of 20% was included, no where in this restaurant does it say 20% tip included, being in a small town everywhere around boone at restaurants if 20% tip is already added it will tell you all over the restaurant. We thought that as 20 year olds we had been taken advantage of because again no where it was stated that a 20% tip was included. We were not planing on leaving anywhere near a 20% tip due to the horrible service we had got. We also noticed that the check says ordered at 8:34. We had ordered at around 7:45 so we were hoping that wasn’t the time she put the order into the computer but that would make total sense considering how long the food took to come. I would not recommend this place to anyone who wants to be treated properly because we felt like since we were in our 20s we were taken advantage of. Food was great tho!! service and the magic 20% tip added...

My better half wanted brisket, so brisket we found. Our first night in Boone was spent dining at the Pedalin' Pig.

We walked through the front door to find glowing signs hanging over a well stacked bar, chalk written menus, and a nod their name with cool looking old school bicycles hanging from the ceilings.

A few more nods to their name, was found here and there throughout the restaurant. There was a few statues, a pic on the napkin holder but the ones that had me smile was found at the entrance of the kitchen. They were color drawings from the many of kids who dined and I'm sure, scraped their plates clean.

We kept our order simple. The wife wanted brisket and a side of coleslaw. I asked our hostess Sabrina what her favorite dish there was. She said with no hesitation the brisket, so I went ahead with that. Her recommended sides were green beans and the hash brown casserole, so I went with both.

As an appetizer we ordered fried pickles. The wife ordered a vodka/juice cocktail called Giggle juice. I went with the Damn Darlin.

Both drinks were excellent and the fried pickles left us wanting more.

More came in the way of our orders. The brisket was quite delicious. Same went for all of the sides. You were both quite happy with our orders.

It was an enjoyable evening with good food! Sabrina made the experience that much better. She was friendly, extremely attentive and made the dining experience even more memorable. We'd like to thank you again.

I most certainly would, as would my wife, recommend eating at this place. Really good food, great service and people...

It all started with a long day at Tweetsie railroad. We finished off the kids snack packs and kept our calorie counts low all day with the hope that a highly-rated BBQ joint would deliver. With 4 adults and 2 toddlers in tow, we limped into pedalin pig around 3:30pm and entrusted with them the task of lifting our spirits through smoked swine. The hostess asked that we give her just 15 minutes to prepare one of the 4 already empty tables for us, to which we obliged. Finally, our name was called and we marched to our table, now ready to order drinks, appetizers, and entrees altogether to avoid any further delays or hypoglycemia. This is where all hope was lost. I don’t know the name of our waiter/waitress but their pedalin pig family needs to call and check on them because they are MIA. We sat and waited for service. Lord knows we waited. We waited so long that the outside fall leaves undoubtedly turned a more autumn hue by the time we walked out. As we made our way to the door, that poor waiter/waitress had still never shown. Seriously need to check on that poor soul. The hostess did not take note of our departure, nor the chef, nor the bartender, nor the dish washer. It’s like we were never there. We finally found a different establishment that acknowledged our presence and fed us weary travelers. But as my fate was unclear for much of the afternoon, I was prepared to use this review as my final note to warn future starved travelers to visit that dang pedalin pig...