Cook Out — Restaurant in Washington

So sit down and let me tell you about my experience I had while eating at this fine establishment. So after a long, hard day of work I decide to treat myself to a nice good meal. And where do I decide to go? None other than the Newley established cookout in Washington NC. I had my doubts about it, considering the many (for the sake of being polite) INTERESTING stories I have of their sister store in Greenville. But I've been hearing so much talk about it so what do I do, I give in and decide to go. Thinking to myself, what's the worst that could happen? Let me tell you what's the worst that could happen. I pull in, park my car, and I walk over to the window. As I'm browsing their extensive menu, I find something that catches my eye. Their BBQ sandwich tray for only 4.99. So you know what my cheap self did. I ordered 2, along with a milk shake. Boooyyy the grin I had on my face as I walked to my car, eager to devour my food, unbeknownst to me of the mistake I have just made and the events to follow. So I get into my car and immediately dive into the hush puppies and coleslaw. As I'm stuffing those succulent treats from heaven down my mouth, I start to get a little parched so I try to take a sip from my milk shake but of course I couldn't through the little straw no matter how hard I Tried. So I do what any person would have done in that situation. I take the lid off and proceed to drink it. As I'm enjoying the last few bites of my sandwich and with my milk shake nearly gone, my stomach starts to rumble and make an ungodly noise. And that's when it dawns on me that I've made the grave mistake of not remembering that I am lactose intolerant. As I sit there motionless with my eyes wide open, I'm contiplating the options I have. I could either A) drive to the nearest public bathroom and expose everyone to an unearthly smell and risk being brought down by the CDC and FEMMA. Or B) drive all the way home and pray that I make it in time. I decided to not risk turning a public bathroom into biohazard zone so I start the drive home. As I'm driving my stomach starts to twist and turn as if I have something alive in there trying to force its way out. But I tough it out trying hard to contain the beast I have within and not let it out in my newly bought car. But with each bump on the road that became more and more of a possibility. As I get closer and closer to my house sweat starts to form on my forehead I continue to race forward to the sanctuary of my own home as the sweat continues to accumulate and run down my face. I finally get to the last intersection of my trip but as I'm speeding towards it, it suddenly turns to yellow and I pundering the possibility of running it. I look around to see if there are any cars that could be at risk of being hit by mine, and of course there are. As I get closer to the light it finally turns to red so I slam on the brakes but as I do a pain runs down my stomach and onto my backside. Something is trying to come out and it's not happy of prolonging its stay in my stomach. I lift myself up from my seat trying hard to keep it clenched back there and as I'm struggling for what seemed like an eternity the light finally turns green. And almost immediately the pain subsides as if the monster in me is content that we are moving again. I finally made it home and rush into the bathroom as I drop my pants there's a sudden explosion of great magnitude and after a few minutes all was quiet and calm again like when a hurricane has just passed leaving behind a strange tranquility. Needless to say I learned my lesson. Long story short it's a good place to eat they're friendly and you can't beat...

Hi there, unfortunately I am giving you one star today for various reasons, I want to state that I will be returning for food, because it’s a guessing game on if I’ll either get sick or the wrong order, or, have a great meal and great day. Now to begin the talk on why I am giving you one star. Around a year or so ago, a friend and I came to cookout, I don’t remember what he ordered, but I distinctly remember call ordering two bacon chicken wraps, I arrived home swiftly after, and began feasting on what appeared to taste ever so slightly, just a little bit, odd. After finishing my meal, because I was drastically hungry, I went to bed, upon waking up at what felt like the middle of the night, upon checking my phone to see the time I realized I was right, but when I awoke, it was to agony and pain, streams of vomit, barely making it to the toilet, pain in my stomach so severe, I didn’t want to move, the sickness I had could only be attributed to the chicken or bacon (my guess chicken, more on that later) as I was not exposed to anybody that was sick. Fast forward about a few months (because I was traumatized) I tried again. It appeared as if it was all swell, the only issues I was having were, odd prices to me, and wrong orders, it was only until later did I realize that your establishment had raised the prices without updated the menu. Fast forward some more, my girlfriend and I were hungry and decided cookout was on the table for the night, upon receiving our order (the one in question being her grilled chicken sandwich tray) she began to open the contents of the tray, after finally unwrapping the grilled chicken sandwich she had been oh so waiting to eat, for she was very hungry, she took a very large bite, and the instant she did, she was greeted with the indistinguishable smell and taste of the worlds, sweatiest, most fungal infected, unkept, disgusting, feet. In which she immediately threw it down and spit it out because she was afraid of getting food poisoning. Yes believe it or not, I will be returning, unashamedly because I have bulimia and your chicken quesadillas are about all I can digest half the time, unfortunately I’m about one more instance away from dropping you guys entirely, I want to give you another chance, but I just don’t know if I can eat my most favorite delicacy you have because it has chicken, and I’m afraid of getting sick. Sincerely - a very disappointed long term customer P.S. please add the prices to the receipts so I do not feel like my money is getting stolen and I can see clearly how much...

Got my food without a fork to eat the slaw. Went up to the window to get one to be met by a little boy with a visor, an afro (for description), and an attitude. First he let me stand there waiting until it was convenient for him to acknowledge me as he pretended to be too busy to open the window. So I knocked even louder so there was no mistake this time. The whole time he gave me an unmistakable smirk as if to say "who are you to expect me to do my job?". I go there often, but if I see him there again I will not be returning. I don't trust him to be mature enough to not spit in our food. He obviously needs to learn some life lessons which may include being let go. Until then he'll be making a bad name for Cookout in this town.

Update: Had Hardee's for dinner later that day. That sourdough burger was awesome, and NO ATTITUDE from anyone! I highly recommend them over...