I don't have a problem with coffee, I have a problem without it. And, I follow a strict diet resembling an unsupervised child at a birthday party - but I prefer the socially-accepted term "foodie". Hold on, I'm eating!! IG @perthscrazycoffeelady
Published June 9th 2016
Meet the cool new American kid on the block
There's just something about the rain that makes me so damned miserable. It's cold, it's de-motivating, it just hurts my soul and makes me clutch for comfort food. What else says comfort like some good ol' southern hospitality? Plus nothing dampens the mood on what was supposed to be a sexy date night than a thunderstorm on a Saturday night. So instead of dressing up just to get saturated, we dressed down, sharpened our carnivorous incisors and headed over to Smokey's Cabin, who just opened up shop late-February 2016, for a meat banquet and some relaxed American deep south vibes (think Louisiana, Texas and Mexico) .
Greeted by some delightfully attired lumberjacks and lumberjills (see what I did there?), we were whisked through the thick, sultry American atmosphere to our table. Picture this: log cabin décor complete with a faux window overlooking a beautiful landscape, the dim lighting, the smoke from the kitchen flirting its aroma around the restaurant, and Don McLean crooning American Pie. I must especially commend the decorator for achieving what many others so commonly struggle (or fail completely) to do – achieving a warm, culturally-appropriate homage without being tacky and over-the-top. This wasn't too hot, or too cold, it was just right.
I wish this photo did the bar better justice, it was simply gorgeous!
What I love most about their menu (other than the classic buzz words like "Tex-Mex", "loaded" or ANYTHING "deep fried southern" that just make my heart sing) is the versatility and wide variety of options. You want delectable starters? Done. You want to kick back instead of agonizing over choices and just go with whatever the chef reckons? Too easy. You want pizza? You got it. You wanna say, "Stuff it, I want one of everything"? They make it happen. You can customize your meal structure however your heart desires it. Smokey's Proteins come consistently portioned and at $10.00 a pop, so you can throw in some sides, or just go right ahead and order a plate full of meat. Heck, I certainly wouldn't judge you after having tried said meat myself.
Now if you're hoping for immaculate and dainty presentation to suit your napkin tucked into your buttoned-down shirt, you're in the wrong place. Smokey's Cabin embraces the roll-up-your-sleeves-and-dig-in attitude, no fancy nonsense here and we cannot get enough of it.
First cab off the rank was the Deep Fried Wingettes entrée. The coating was crisped to golden perfection without being oily, the 24-hour sweet tea brine tenderized the flesh, and the classic American chilli sauce had that strong, sour bite that stops just short of screwing up your face in acidity recoil – an epic combination of punchy flavours. My only gripe was that there weren't more! But let's face it, six wings are more than enough for a reasonable person and I was only mad because my husband and I were scoffing them down as fast as the heat would allow us.
The main event we came all this way for was the 'Big Boy Meal Tray' for two, piled high with two serves of BBQ pork rib ¼ racks, tex-mex chilli beef, smoked pulled pork shoulder and smoked brisket, PLUS a whopping four sides including BBQ corn cobs drenched in maple butter, fried coriander and garlic potatoes, coleslaw and mac & cheese, PLUS two side sauces (we chose honey Tabasco and cilantro mayonnaise). This was such a beast of a feast, I'm unbuttoning my pants just at the *thought* of all this food.
The pork ribs were so tender that I was able to slip the meat off the bones with a fork. I'm aware this is sacrilege, but in my defence, I'd just had my nails done. But as fate would have it, the flavours were so damned demanding that I picked them up anyway with no regrets whatsoever. Everything was simply incredible and I couldn't fault a single thing. Now you would think this volume of food would require bagging up and taking away but nope, we chatted contently soaking up the atmosphere and picked away for as long as it took to unapologetically wipe the plates clean.
Right about this time in the evening was when the food regret sank in, realizing that we had in fact purchased a Scoopon that also included two desserts we had completely forgotten about. The waitperson giggled as she understood our predicament and offered to package our desserts to go. But, we bravely soldiered through and got back in the ring for round three – a rich chocolate mud cake and a heavenly apple pie with ice cream. Just bliss, I tell you.
And oh boy, the cocktails. I had to steal a sneaky snap of the list because the flavour combinations were just something else. I love the American renditions of classic 'tails.
In case this wasn't made obvious enough, I loved everything about this place and grinned all the way home (which involved being tipped on my side and rolled down the street as I had a serious food baby going on). With gluttony being one of the seven deadly sins, let me tell you, I would have died a happy woman had I been hit by a truck on my roll home from the restaurant.
And back to that Scoopon – it's still currently available here so you can get everything we just had for $59.00. Considering the full price otherwise would have been $147.00, do yourself a favour and get in quick before they're all gone!