7953 Santa Monica Blvd, West Hollywood, CA | Directions 9004634.090950 -118.363243
Neighborhoods: West Hollywood, Central LA
You definitely want to go to Baby Blues with a group of friends to this happy hour. This place is happening and the plates are big enough to share. Ribs, fried green tomatoes, mac and cheese. And lots of beer to wash all the fried food down.
I think I just died and went to BBQ Heaven. – Casey took me to Baby Blues last night for dinner. Now, I had VERY high expectations because I had tasted a friend's RE-HEATED ribs and pulled pork at about 2am after a heavy...heavy night of drinking. Even in my blurred state of mind I remember thinking "Daaaamn, this is GOOD!". So I went in with high hopes. We arrive around 8pm and valet, and the place was PACKED. Damn, we missed happy hour - which the little chalkboard sign out front said 1-8pm. The super cute blondey hostess told us it will be a 40 minute wait. I don't like waiting, but she convinced us with a smile and plus I wanna try THIS bbq. We grab some drinks at the bar and actually find a seat at the trough table. They carry Tito's vodka, so they already earned a gold star since I'm from Austin. The ambience is great. You feel like you're at a barn dance...except it's a really hip barn dance and no one has buck teeth. Hangin out having our drink, I notice two CW celebs join us at the table while waiting. Well isn't THAT neat. I don't get starstruck, but I still do think it's kinda cool when an actor sits next to me. The hostess plucks us out of the bar and takes us to our table. I notice a chick that my roommate did a tv movie with and I look on the other side of the restaurant and recognize another girl who was in that same movie and neither of them are saying hi to each other. Ohhh, hollywood competition. Anyway, back to the food. So we start off having the chicken wings. They arrive and look a little charred. So I was a little disappointed...UNTIL, I placed one in my mouth. And HALLELUJAH!!! What the hell was that? That's amazing! It's like a 4th of July party in my mouth! I must have looked like a ravenous, wild animal the way I sucked those bones dry. Juicy, fall of the bone CHICKEN WINGS. I expect that from ribs, but never did I think I could feel like marrying a chicken wing.
Moving on, our main courses come out...we got the "Side Car" which is a selection of 4 sides....get it? SIDE CAR? So we got the creamed spinach (AWESOME), mac N cheese (AWESOMER), Baked Beans (TOUCH ME), and the fried okra (STICK A FORK IN ME). We also got pulled pork and Memphis Ribs. Now remember, these are the same two meats I ate that fateful night when I met Baby Blues in a styrofoam to-go box after having drank my face off. It had some living up to do tonight. I squirt a little of the original BBQ sauce they have sitting at the table, along with HOT and Triple X. I placed that pulled pork covered spoon in my mouth and closed my pretty white teeth around it. LET THE EYES ROLL BACK AND THE EMBARASSING GUTTERAL MOAN BEGIN! Honestly I felt like if for the rest of my life I chose to eat my feelings, I would do it at Baby Blues. Now I understand. Then I placed some ON the incredibly perfect cornbread, another douse of BBQ sauce, and waBAM! Here come's that attractive moaning sound again. Now the Memphis Ribs. I feel like the meat was reaching for ME rather than me reaching for the RIBS! As soon as I put it close enough to my mouth all the rib meat lunged for it. They saw their oppurtunity to get in my mouth and they took! All of it just leaped on in and massaged my mouth with all the incredible BBQ flavor it could. By the time I was finished with those ribs, you could check your teeth in them. Absolutely deeeelicious.
Our wonderful waitress asked if we'd like anything else. Well Casey mentioned the Pecan pie. So before she could finish her sentence I blurted "PEE-CAN PIE PLEEASE" (my family is from New York...we say it that way...none of this pe-cahn stuff). And again, when she delivered the large slice of pee-can pie covered in a dollop of fresh whipped cream, like a ravenous wild animal I lett he gutteral moaning start again. I think Baby Blues is here to stay. And I hope they do!
Venice Beach's barbecue mecca finds bigger digs in WeHo. – Housed in the old Cha Cha Cha's space, this second outpost of the rib-stickin', finger-lickin' barbecue joint is bigger than its Venice counterpart.
BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBbbbbbbQ. – On santa monica in the wood, west hollywood that is. Take a seat and check out the waitresses, let the grill flame up as ya sip on 1 or 12 cocktails before the stewed tomatoes and whole garlic cloves along side bbq chicken are served with some nice crusty cornbread that is cake like in the middle. Atmosphere is great, service is great and the music is great. It is all around what the wood needed in the area. Great for lunch or dinner. If you dont have time to stop by and are on your way to the venice area, they have one in the area, check em out.
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