“The wreckage of our midday meal at Kickin’ Boot Whiskey Kitchen, the newest contestant in Ballard’s ongoing barbecue pageant, was staggering. A good 20 minutes after a cheery server dropped off our plates, the table was landscaped with derelict jointed chicken wings, pointing their saucy tips toward the sky; a pile of grease-ridden potato chips; multiple sauce bottles uncapped in a fruitless search for something to invigorate flagging slices of tri-tip; and rugged hunks of cornbread so sweet it could double as dessert. The manager who surveyed the scene was unfazed. ‘Food’s awesome,’ he said, the question mark apparently sticking in his throat.”Read the rest of Hanna Raskin’s review here.Photos by Kevin P. Casey.Published on October 17, 2012
“The wreckage of our midday meal at Kickin’ Boot Whiskey Kitchen, the
