Brisket was thick and juicy! Ribs so tender the meat fell off the bone. Great loaded mashed potatoes (for me), Ranch Potato Salad and BBQ Baked Beans. Rolls could have been fresher but not complaining. We were stuffed for Thursday Night Football! Yum!
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Brian A
Emerging Expert • 19 contributions
16/12/23
• DoorDash order
pulled meats had no flavor,cheddar biscuits were the size of a .50 piece, Macaroni & Cheese tasted like melted Velveeta. Coleslaw had way to much seasoning Crumble Apple Crisp had way to much cinnamon supposed Texas sausage was no more than 1/4 lb hot dog Onion Rings w/ BBQ Ranch made with red onion no flavor very disappointed in the whole meal even the baked beans were mearly ok will not spend another dime with that establishment definitely not worth the price in my opinion
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James L
1 contributions
12/1/25
• DoorDash order
food was packed properly. ordered a Blackened Chicken Smokehouse Salad and they packed the hot chicken separate from the salad so it wouldn't get soggy. all utensils and condiments were there a d they added extra types of bbq sauce. the Loaded Chili was good too with all the toppings on the side. they also sealed the bag properly. nice to see the care put in getting the order right. would definitely order again.
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Katrina C
3 contributions
6/8/23
• DoorDash order
pulled chicken was dry as could be. and my Macaroni & Cheese was not enough for a kid there were 3 bites in it was very disappointed probably won't eat there again.
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Michel S
8 contributions
21/6/25
• DoorDash order
Backroads BBQ didn’t just deliver food to my doorstep—they delivered divinity. I ordered on DoorDash expecting a good meal. What I got was a revelation. The moment I opened the box, a heavenly smoke rolled out like it had been sealed in the Ark of the Covenant. That brisket? Tender enough to convert an atheist. Bark like sacred armor, meat so juicy it practically whispered scripture. The ribs fell off the bone like they had seen the face of God and surrendered. And the mac and cheese? I’m convinced it was churned by butter-winged cherubs in a backwoods cathedral.
Even through delivery, every bite tasted like it had just been pulled from a pit stoked by holy fire. The cornbread was a golden hymn—moist, sweet, and kissed with enough soul to start a revival. And the sweet tea? Not a beverage, but a sacrament. I took one sip and briefly saw my ancestors clapping in slow motion. I don’t know what they’re doing back there in that kitchen, but it ain’t cooking—it’s performing miracles.
