Joey's Smokin' BBQ

4645 Carmel Mtn Rd
San Diego, CA 92130

Did I take a wrong turn and end up at Lightning Jack’s again? No, it’s right, Joey’s Smokin’ BBQ is set in a strip mall between Starbuck’s and Daphne’s with a fountain feature just like Lightning Jack’s, go back and check the review yourself. This place, however, is not set in the Clairemont hood but the much more affluent neighborhood of Torrey Hills in the Carmel Valley area.

Too late for lunch, and too early for dinner, I walked towards an empty store. Luckily, they had something called the Southern Sampler which could give me a taste of their Pulled Pork, Pulled Chicken, and brisket in one order. The chaps behind the counter recommended the cornbread and beans highly so I took their advice.

As I listened to the bluesy music playing in the background, I looked around my environment and could honestly say that this place didn’t really scream BBQ. In a few more minutes, there they were: my Southern Sliders. I took them to a table outside to catch some of the last hours of light. My, there they were: the plain white bread rolls filled with meat. A small cup of beans, and a birthday “cornbread” cupcake that was too sweet and soggy. How underwhelming. Let’s get back to the chase. The brisket was the most edible, probably because it was still moist. The pulled pork comes in next, and then the chicken was basically inedible because it was dry and tasteless. The spices that were dusted on the meat after cooking was all over the place and it was likely a mix of chili, paprika, and garlic. Sounds better than it tastes. The sauce was used sparingly but tasted artificial. (And this Joey’s Smokin BBQ place is going to be popping up all over San Diego and Orange County over the next year???)

As I trudged through my meal I watched a troupe of teenage girls on their cell phones calling their parents to be picked up. In a few minutes a parade of Mercedes, Volvos, Hummers, and BMW SUVs pickup their corresponding princesses and finally the air is cleared of their celluar-ly intended hormonal banter. I looked out in the distance where a hideous yellow Bently was parked and thought to myself, “Gosh, all that money and you don’t have any taste selecting a proper color for such a car” and then I thought again, “All the money around Torrey Hills and they can’t buy decent BBQ that has any taste.” So there you have it, NO TASTE coming to a strip mall near you. Yay : (

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