My gut is full to bursting with barbecue that was so tender that the rib meat dripped from the bone, and the brisket could be cut with a fork. It was like pig-flavored cotton candy. Not only that, but I have a bag of left overs that weighs about as much as my cat. (My cat would be just as tender, I think, though perhaps a little stringy. She doesn't do much. Her fat must be soooo marbled...)
Dr. Hogly Wogly must be a doctor of barbecueology, with a master's in smokeology, too - I ordered the combo plate of brisket and ribs and each tender morsol of delicious meat was the deep red color that only comes from top-notch smoking. The good doctor must spend hours back in the smoker, carefully turning and rubbing each piece with the sort of loving attention normally reserved for needy lovers and spoiled pets. In fact, if comatose people and senior citizens were turned and rubbed as carefully as the pork at Dr. Hogly Wogly's, I imagine the incidence of bedsores in America would drastically decrease. And even if it didn't, they'd be delicious senior citizens and comatose people!
Two sides come with the combo plate. I got baked beans and cole slaw. The beans were simmered until tender in a thick ragu of tomato sauce, bbq and meat. I didn't detect and bacon, which is more the pity -because a little bit of bacon would have rendered them perfect. (But then, when isn't that true, I ask you?) The cole slaw was freshly chopped, crunchy, and just a little astringent. It wasn't too creamy, which is often the case. Oddly, a few raisins had been thrown in, but the contrast of vinegar and raisin was nice.
But the meat! Oh, the heaping platter of meat! My cow-orker and I both simultaneously took the lord's name in vain when our plates came out. I mean, THAT'S barbecue, when just seeing it can cause you to spontaneously break the ten commandments, right? We didn't even get close to finishing it - despite the fact that the marinade was a bit sweet and a bit spicy with a very round flavor, and the meat, as mentioned above, was extraordinarily tender. We were also given extra sides of sweet bbq sauce, and hot bbq sauce. I went for the hot, and it added an excellent kicky top-note to the experience. It was peppery without losing sight of the smokey-sweet flavor of good bbq.
The combo plate was $18.95, but I only ate a third of it. The rest I took home for sandwiches and subsequent meals. The waitress bagged it up with the simple expedient of turning a plastic bag inside-out and grabbing the leftovers like someone taking the dog for a walk. When she poured the marinade into cow-orker's bag, he asked if there were any guarantees it wouldn't leak. "Honey," she said, "there are no gaurantees on anything in life."
But one thing, while perhaps not guaranteed, is very nearly certain - Dr. Hogly Wogly was well certified by the University of Barbecueology. Even now, young pigs are lining up to donate their bodies to his science. Delicious, delicious, science! If you go, you won't get out the door without paying a medium-sized price, but it will be well worth it. The food is top-notch, the service is endearingly surly, and you'll take home leftovers for days.
Dr. Hogly Wogly's Tyler Texas BBQ
8136 Sepulveda Blvd.
Van Nuys, CA 91402