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I made the mistake of eating BBQ at Malibu Inn, which should not have been a surprise, since they are better known for live music than food. World famous, yes, but not for their food, even though they claim their BBQ is known throughout the visible universe.

First gotcha is ordering pork, but getting beef. Second gotcha is them insisting it’s pork. Come on. Pork shreds, beef gets cut into strips, and this was cut into strips. There was also no intrinsic flavor in the meat. It’s like they boiled the meat and slathered on the BBQ sauce as an afterthought. In fact, that’s exactly what they did.

Rohits chicken was tasteless in and of itself, but the BBQ sauce was definitely pronounced. And my beef tasted like chicken. Watery and flavorless, it had no taste of its own. What a shame, to have such a great location and let the food slide like that. The BBQ sauce was also of the sticky-sweet variety. There was no smoky subtlety to it at all, and I would even stretch that by theorizing the most effort they put into making our sandwiches was opening the bottle of KC Masterpiece.

On the flip side, they do have hot waitresses and the pool is free during the day (Unless that was some overzealous biker who kicked out the plastic panel holding in the balls). Nevertheless, a good place to kick back and have a few beers. Just eat before going.

By Zteve (see more of his posts). You can find more of Zteve's writing at his own website Gastrologica