Unsatisfied with my first pork sandwich in Alma I continued on U.S. 1 towards Waycross, Georgia and a stop at D.K.’s Bar-Be-Que. Some BBQ places claim to be the best in the city. Others boast they have “world famous” food. D.K.’s takes the cake by boldly claiming to be the South’s oldest BBQ.
It was mid-afternoon by the time I arrived at the small restaurant on Folk Street and the parking lot was empty. Intrigued by D.K.’s claim, and hoping for some fine pork I entered the white cinder block building.
“What are you doing sitting down?” Get your ass off that stool,” hissed a women as she slapped the back of a girls head.
“Sorry mama!” the grossly overweight girl whimpered as she unsuccessfully attempted to avoid the blows. She slowly rubbed the spot where she had been struck and gave me a halfhearted greeting.
Committing a battery is an odd way to welcome customers, and my appetite slackened. D.K.’s BBQ menu was simple, offering only pork and ribs. Chicken nuggets, hot wings, and grilled cheese sandwiches completed the menu. I ordered a medium pork sandwich with the sauce on the side. For the second time in a day I was asked if I wanted the pork sandwich pressed, and this time I agreed to the request. The victim shuffled off to the back while I took a seat at one of three booths that lined the wall. The restaurant was in need of a good scrubbing, and the only restroom was unavailable to the public. As I waited for my sandwich I searched in vain for any evidence that bolstered D.K.’s claim to be the South’s oldest BBQ.
A few minutes later the depressed looking girl shuffled back towards the register with a small white bowl. Peering up from the booth I saw it contained pulled pork. I watched as she placed the meat inside a hamburger roll and placed it on a foil covered press. Moments later she took the sandwich off, placed it in the microwave, and nuked the poor thing. The timer expired, and the abused sandwich received a few more minutes on the press.
I was handed a simple foam plate. A dark tan saucer occupied the middle. The edges were slightly crisp and the sandwich was very hot. Picking it up with some difficulty I pried open the bread and slipped a few pieces of pork onto the plate. The meat was dry and tasted old. The bite of the encased sandwich was even worse as it came with a large piece of fat. I squirted some of D.K.’s thin spicy tomato based sauce onto the sandwich and choked down the remaining bites. It was one of the worst pork sandwiches I have ever eaten. Placing the paper plate on the counter I thanked the girl and made my way towards the door happy to leave D.K.’s behind.
The restaurant is open Monday – Thursday 10 – 7 p.m., Friday 9:30 – 10 p.m., and Saturday from 10 – 9 p.m. D.K.’s can be found on Facebook and contacted at (912) 338-9889.
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