"I have waited a few weeks to write this review because the experience of dining at Lucky 's was so bizarre that I was having trouble putting it in words. It was all-in-all a weird experience, so weird that you may doubt my descriptions and anecdotes, but I stand by them. There was an attempt at service by a poorly trained and awkward server. He tried his damnedest, and was quite solicitous and polite, but his demeanor couldn 't overcome the surreality of the experience. When asked about beers on tap, he replied we have a bunch of them, they are our specialty... When asked to list them, he couldn 't, and he couldn 't provide us with a printed list of them. The appetizer we wanted (the only one that looked appealing wasn 't available (early, on a night that they should have expected to be busy . The ribs were chewy and flavorless (but we sell out of them every night . The pulled pork was... watery. Instead of succulent pig juice squeezing out when you bit in... water. Perhaps someone in the kitchen thought this looks a bit dry, I 'll just add some... water... to this flavorless shredded pork sponge. The brisket was OK, and had a lot of what looked like desirable bark , but the bark was a lie. It was soft and tasteless, like it too had been soaked in tepid water for a few hours. They burnt the corn muffins that night, and decided not to serve them. They didn 't attempt to make any more, or even offer a substitute, or even admit the omission until asked about it. Imaging going to a burger joint, and not getting a bun with your patty, and being told, after you were served, sorry, no buns tonight. The slaw and beans were fairly tolerable, but the beans were a weird mix of black and kidney. Perhaps I should have added the bacon on top that the server tried to up-sell me. As much as I like bacon, I 'm not sure it would have helped much. The smoked corn, I am pretty sure, derived all of its smoke flavor from a bottle, and a fair bit of its sweet from our friend the sugarcane. Of the five BBQ sauces on the table (the meats were served dry, and barely lukewarm three were pretty much indistinguishable from one another without reading the labels. The fourth tasted like yellow hotdog mustard, and the fifth, Angry Ginger , just like the first three, but with a bit of pickled ginger. More like Slightly Bothered Strawberry Blonde . No depth, and very little differentiation. Strikingly, the best thing on our table that night was a grilled cheese sandwich. A grilled cheese sandwich of American cheese and white bread. The (owner? head waitress? openly, cruelly, and loudly berating the obviously poorly trained and inexperienced staff within just a few feet of our table in Siberia only added to the ambiance. You go, lady, with your petty power trip. I hope it makes you feel good. It made me feel pretty uncomfortable. A more fitting name for this place would be Kafka 's Smokehouse."
