Bone Daddy's — Restaurant in Lubbock

This has to be the worst BBQ in Texas! Bill Miller's is such a better option.

With that said, we are in Texas where BBQ reigns King. You would expect to find decent BBQ even at its worst. This place really dropped the bar and severely lowered its standards to be a BBQ restaurant. How is it surviving? You got me?.... To the experience and food!

We came here for the first time thinking this might be a cool place to relax and have some decent BBQ. We didn't get any of that from here. We chose to sit at the bar because there was no hostess waiting on anyone. Upon sitting down, the bar was nasty and sticky. The bartender that was working a very slow establishment ignored us until we were getting ready to leave. Finally, a little recognition and we thought things might improve. They did not. She took our drink order, then flipped around and proceeded to do other things. After about 15 minutes, she finally poured our beer. Then, she took our order.

We ordered the Pit Master a $50 spread because we wanted to see if this place was worth coming back to. The short answer is, it is not! The Pit Master comes with brisket, sausage, pork ribs, chicken, pulled pork, and burnt ends with two sides and some bread. Looks are deceiving. From the looks of it, everything looked editable and possibly delicious. It wasn't!

The brisket had dirty smoke flavor. It was dry under season, lacking a good bark and smoke ring. We didn't eat this.

The pulled pork had that sewer smell and rancid old pork taste. This was trashed.

The chicken appeared to be that frozen flattened chicken breast. It was dehydrated, hard as a rock, and super chewy. This was discarded.

The pork ribs were tender but old as well. They were almost Jerky, like with that hard meat on the outside and tender dry meat in the middle. We didn't finish these either.

The burnt ends were straight awful nasty, dirty smoke flavor, hard, and so chewy you could break your jaw on them. Had to spit these out.

The sausage was the only thing that could pass as editable, but it was not good with that old fat taste. It was cut nice, at least. But this was also disposed of.

We ordered green beans and Mac and Cheese with our food.

The green beans were nasty. The broth was like slime. It was as if they had a bunch of leftover green beans from days prior and kept reheating them, adding fresh green beans in the mix daily to make them seem fresh. You'll see the overcooked, almost yellow green beans mixed in with the fresh green, green beans. That gray broth you see is the snot like juice that they were cooked in.

The Mac and Cheese was actually good, no complaints here.

This whole time, the bartender ignored us just about. But we were not the only ones she did it to. We noticed she didn't give any attention to the couples at the bar but catered to the single guys every need. Looking at the other people's frustration, we knew we were not the only ones.

After everything, we got the check. Two beers, crap food spread called the Pit Master and horrible service our bill was $84! It's definitely not worth it and never going back. I HIGHLY RECOMMEND GOING...

Hear ye, hear ye! I, Sir Larry the Scribe, have been tasked with penning a review of the establishment known as Bone Daddy's BBQ, located in the bustling town square of the lbk. Let mine words be a testament to the wonders that await those who venture through its doors.As I approached the establishment, the tantalizing aroma of smoked meats and sauces most divine wafted through the air, beckoning me forth. The exterior, adorned with the visage of a mighty bone-wielding figure, promised a dining experience unlike any other.Upon entering, I was greeted by the fair Megan, the manager of this fine establishment. Her countenance was warm and welcoming, and she guided me to a table with haste. The interior was adorned with the spoils of the hunt, from the antlers of mighty stags to the bones of fearsome beasts, all arranged in a manner that spoke to the primal nature of the cuisine.Ere long, the fair Meghan, the bartender, arrived with a tankard of the finest ale, brewed to perfection. The foam atop the amber liquid danced with each sip, quenching my thirst and preparing my palate for the feast to come.And a feast it was! The menu, scribed in the most elegant of calligraphy, offered a veritable cornucopia of smoked meats, each more tantalizing than the last. I, being a man of discerning taste, opted for the "Bone Daddy's Platter," a veritable mountain of ribs, brisket, and sausage, all cooked to perfection.The first bite was a revelation, the meat falling from the bone with the slightest of touches, the flavors dancing upon my tongue in a symphony of savory delight. The sauces, ranging from the sweet and tangy to the fiery and bold, provided the perfect accompaniment to each morsel.As I savored each bite, I could not help but marvel at the skill and dedication of the culinary artisans who had crafted this feast. The tender care with which the meats were prepared, the perfect balance of spices, and the attention to detail in the presentation all spoke to a level of mastery that is rarely seen in our humble town.Alas, even the mightiest of appetites must eventually be sated, and as I leaned back in my chair, I could not help but feel a sense of both satisfaction and longing. For I knew that I would soon have to depart this establishment, leaving behind the wondrous flavors that had so captivated my senses.In conclusion, I can say with the utmost certainty that Bone Daddy's BBQ is a true gem in our community, a bastion of culinary excellence that is not to be missed. Whether you seek a hearty meal to fuel your day or a delightful dining experience to share with friends, this establishment is sure to leave an indelible mark upon your palate...

This is an open letter to Michael Bates, GM of Bone Daddy's Lubbock;

Dear Mr. Bates;

This last Saturday at approximately 2:15 pm my wife and I dined at your restaurant. Needless to say, the food was great. It’s the service, or lack thereof, that ruined everything. If you will give me a moment to explain, I think you might be interested.

Our server was Mariah H. She is obviously suffering from over prescription of some form of amphetamine. Her speech is so rapid that she cannot be understood. She was in such a hurry to get away from our table it was if we were some sort of nuisance speed bump in her life. While seated in a booth with a perfect view of the courtyard, I noticed a tall black gentleman get seated at a table all by himself in the corner of the courtyard. He also had a dozen long stemmed roses in his hand. How nice for his wife to receive when she arrived. But, they weren’t for his wife, they were for each and every waitress in the place. I know because I watched this man give one to each waitress with a little hug, especially, mine. This went on for an hour. During that time our waitress, Mariah H. spent most of her time out there with him. We waited as patiently as possible for our waitress to bring us our check so we could go. We finally just had to flag someone down and beg to be released from captivity.

That’s when I asked to see you. Your staff scattered when I asked and I waited a few minutes, but the steam was rising if you get my drift and I left. After all, this story is pretty far-fetched and I wanted for you to be able to see it going on for yourself. Yes, the gentleman with the roses was still there.

Today I tried to call you on the phone number listed on the website. They put me on hold and I tried to wait, but the steam started rising again and I hung up.

Now, I said all that to say this; If you ever see me again in your restaurant it means I’ve been kidnapped and dragged inside by force. Please call the proper authorities to have me rescued.

Attached is a copy of my receipt in case you think this is a joke. Thank you for your time and consideration. You can count on me sharing this with the entire online restaurant...