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Restaurant Review: Bookers BBQ and Crab Shack

Location: 10, 316 – 3 St SE
Website: https://bookersbbq.com/

I can’t even begin to tell you how many times we’ve driven past this place and I’ve wanted to go in and try it. Well, today, I got to as part of the YYC Food and Drink Experience.

Sitting at work, we thought perhaps we wouldn’t be able to go with our original plan of ordering the prix fixe menu, but upon sitting down, it was clear that that’s what three of the four us were going to do.

With the prix fixe menu, there were three courses: starter, main, and dessert. We would start with a soup – smoked brisket and barley, followed by a BBQ plate, and finish off with pecan tart.

I must admit, the soup was the one I was least sure of and was admittedly the best of the three course. When the dish was presented it didn’t look like much, but sometimes simplicity is the best way to showcase the natural flavours of the ingredients making it somewhat reminiscent of a well-made home cooked meal. That is to say, it had a very homey, hearty quality that I would normally reserve more for chowders than a soup like this, but this soup earned that qualification. It was well seasoned (not too salty and not bland either), with the flavours adding to and balancing one another. I always say that I can drink lava and I might as well have been. It was served (very) hot, but I personally like my soup more on the hot side. That combined with the fact that it was very cold outside, it was a great way to start off the meal.

In the presence of good company, it did not feel like it took the next course very long to appear. The BBQ plate consisted of half a rack of ribs, coleslaw, baked beans, and pulled pork. An issue I generally have with ribs at restaurants is that the meat is overcooked and loses its tenderness. There were parts that were overcooked and charred, but for the most part, they were tender and fell off the bone easily. My only complaint was that the seasoning on the ribs was not prominent enough. That is to say, it felt as though I was eating blackened ribs with no discernable seasoning, especially when contrasted with the pulled pork, which was moist, well-seasoned and vastly superior. The coleslaw could’ve used with a little more dressing. I could tell there was a dressing, but honestly, like the one at Owens Landing (though not nearly as bad), it felt like it was just cabbage and carrot. It could’ve done with some acidity. The third side, the baked beans, weren’t bad, but they weren’t anything special. At least they were seasoned. The fourth in our party, who opted not to order the prix fixe menu had the pulled pork sandwich sans cajun mayo and pickles, the latter of which I took. Based on my conception of the flavours, the sweetness of the pickle (as they were bread and butter pickles) and the cajun mayo would’ve been a perfect complement to the savoury pulled pork, and to top it all off, was a fried pickle spear giving the dish a much needed deep fried element. I would absolutely have ordered this if I wasn’t so “afraid” to get my hands dirty. More and more, I dislike getting my hands dirty and given the whole coronavirus situation, probably eating with utensils would be better for the time being. The pulled pork sandwich was served with a side of caesar salad.

We finished the meal off with a pecan tart. I absolutely love pecan tarts and was looking forward to this course the most. My friend Alex’s comment about it being a lot like a tarte au sucre was not inaccurate. I felt that it was more of that than a pecan tart other than the obvious fact that there were pecans on it. For me, if you’re going to serve a tart with ice cream, the tart should at least be warm. I really enjoy meals with contrast: hot and cold, sweet and savoury, as well as a variety of textures. I felt like this was a missed opportunity. That is not to say that the tart was not delicious, but it was not exactly what I was hoping for. The tart with drizzled with bourbon caramel and chocolate, but I didn’t feel like it added much to the overall dessert and I’m a huge proponent of only using that which is necessary in a dish.

Overall, I was not hugely impressed with the food we got. Perhaps they are not exactly the things on the menu I normally would’ve gone for, which is fine, as I am one who loves to try out new things, but the flavours just didn’t work for me. I would like to come back to try some of their seafood (crab cakes and calamari) as well as their fried shrimp po’boy (I have a weakness for these). However, unfortunately, I must base it on my experience today and it was not the best (though service was good). I would rate this place 2.75/5. I hope I will have the chance to come back and reassess that.

I apologize for the quality of the photos below as the restaurant was quite dark.

Restaurant Interior
Restaurant Interior
Soup: Brisket and Barley
BBQ Plate: Half rack of ribs, Pulled Pork, Baked Beans, and Coleslaw
Pecan Tart with Vanilla Ice Cream

Imposter

There she stands
Prim and proper
Poised and perfect

To the untrained eye
She is a god
Flitting about
Accomplishing things beyond mere human skill

She is truly incredible
A master in her element

But as time moves forth
You begin to see
She is not all she seems

From between the cracks
Of her picture perfect facade
Wisps of uncertainty like smoke escapes

But she is careful
For when she is asked
Her reply will always be
“I’m okay”

Beneath the surface
Lies a beast
Not one to destroy her
In the way you’d think

She will never seek help
For that is weakness
She will push herself
To breaking limits
Striving to the ends of the earth
Just to make the world a better place
For those she loves

But for herself
There’s no such love
For herself
There is only fault

A cycle
A chain
An unending loop
A course she treads
Alone in darkness

If only she could see
How brilliant she really is
That she could chase away the shadows
Who have haunted her
Since time immemorial

Forgotten

From across the room
You see her smile
With a face that could launch a thousand ships
Some would say she was beautiful

But not you
Deep inside
You know
You knew
A secret
Eating you up
A gnawing hunger

But you trust him
Don’t you?

Then you hear him laugh
As he leans into her
Sharing in a private moment
In a private joke

In a room filled with friends
You’ve never been more alone
An outsider
Trapped in glass
Screaming, but no one can hear you

And in this moment
This singularity in time
You crave nothing
Nothing more
Than
His attention
But he can’t see you
He can’t hear you

She has become his whole world
She is all he sees

You tremble
Searching for strength
In place you know you’ll never find it
Trying hard
Hiding your fear
Promising not to let it get to you

But you can’t

Because you know
Because you see
Through your heart
That though he has always been true
Always been yours
You have never seen him so happy
Never heard his laugh more melodic

For the first time
You doubt the words

“I love you…always.”

For he now keeps
What he once freely shared
Secrets and darkness
You never knew

The beautiful lies
Automatic now
Poison
Like the taste of her honeyed lips on his

And when offered the fruit
Forbidden and distant
He reaches out
And chooses her

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