Pierce's Pit Barbecue
Williamsburg, VA
*this is not an endorsement

Sometimes in the search for The Real Dixie Barbecue, you are led astray. Shamelessly seduced, betrayed and then left hungry, wandering the lonely road crying, "Why? Why?" Your money ill spent, all hopes dashed, with only the dream of hickory smoke to sustain you. Yes, it was that bad. Here's Doug's scathing review, and then I'll say a few things, because I'm just getting warmed up here.

My wife and I have eaten barbecue in dozens of states and appreciate all different styles. We love equally Memphis, St Louis, North and South Carolina, Georgia and Texas to name a few. This is by far the worst we have ever had. The ribs taste boiled and the sauce is insipid. The pulled pork was dry and saturated with their liquid smoke sauce. I have had better beans out of a can and these (replete with hot dogs) reminded me of grade school cafeteria beans. I hated the soggy slaw as well. I would like to say the service and ambiance make it worthwhile but it would be a lie. You are serenaded by high decibel number calling as people wander up to get their order. Everything is put in plastic and bagged. This is a shameful practice. I ordered pulled pork and ribs and they each came in separate plastic containers!!! The waste was incredible and these people should be stopped. There are no redeeming qualities to this restaurant and you should definitely not go.

O.K., back to the barbecues rules. You cannot bake, grill or saute a boneless, skinless chicken breast and slather it with sauce and call it barbecue. Not only will you be looked upon as a fool by those who know better, you'll be making fools of them when you then try to sell this to them as barbecue. It might be a perfectly servicable chicken breast, but it ain't barbecue. I'm still laughing about the hot dogs in the baked beans...they really were school cafeteria quality. Not only were we horrified at this lame excuse for a barbecue place, but we were stunned by the number of positive reviews it gets. Check it out on Google or Yahoo...lots of people like this place and think it's real barbecue. The only explanation that I can come up with for this baffling phenomenon is that these folks have never actaully had the real thing. We should have known when we got out of the car, our noses pointed hopefully skyward for the tell-tale scent of smoke and got...nothing. They call themselves pit barbecue, and there's no smoker, no pit, no nothing. Oh, the humanity.