Maine. Don’t get me staaaaartttteeeeddd. If you can brave the Mainers accents and translate what they are saying, you can ask your way around for good barbecue. The Mainers reply, “What do you want to eat that for? We have red hot dogs up here, deer everything and moose stew.” Please.
The one BBQ I found on my GPS in Bethel had closed and their website was down. I then went all out of my way only to find (my savior) Smoking Good Barbecue. Problem was I got there on Wednesday, they weren’t open til Thursday. I went back.
What I ate was tastefully pleasing. Original and delicious. Affordable and good portions. They do que well. When I say they are close to Carolina version, I mean it. However, whose style they imitate, it’s got their own zing. I got the two meat sampler, for $9.99. It comes with 4 sides. Needless to say I was stuffed. I tasted the smoke, the flavor, and have to say it’s great for Maine bbq.
I was up on the East Coast on business and it just so happened there was a Fair in town. If there is one thing I love besides a fair, it is fair food. So, I decided to check it out.
As I got there, the attracting aromas of fair food wafted across my nose and into my olfactory senses. There was real joy in the various smells and sights of basically anything fried, dipped in sugar and served on a stick or a paper plate. This time, however, something was decidedly different.
I saw a huge plume of smoke emanating into the air, and a large cohort of people lined up for something from where said smoke was rising. I had to know.
It was barbeque.
Admittedly, I have never considered barbeque at fairs because of the aforementioned comestibles, but something told me, my doctor, that I need to cut back on some of that or face a life of diabetes. So, I decided to give this place a shot.
What followed, once I got my sandwich, can only be described as euphoria, mixed with nirvana and served in a bun. The pulled pork, so named because it is pulled from the bones, was tender, juicy and covered with just enough sauce to create bliss in the mouth.
Once I recovered from the first bite, I found out the name of the establishment: Big Fat Daddy’s. Ironic, that such a place would exist at a fair of all places, but this proved to be a move well worthwhile.
There are other foods available at fairs, I have learned. Two great things about Big Fat Daddy’s sandwiches: 1. They are inexpensive for fair food; 2. They fill you up. Two great facts that make a huge difference for fair food as far as I am concerned and my doctor as well.
If you really want to get technical, the sandwich I purchased was actually a 6″ sub. So only one to fill you up for your time at the fair, helps reduce additional cravings for that unhealthy funnel cake.
I did some research after getting back to my room, and it’s no wonder there’s so uch mention of them on the web. The owner, Wayne Schafer was the one I saw grilling up my pork. Nice to know some companies are still owner operated.