My mother was out of town for Mother’s Day, so as a homage to her I decided to go to Meatmother for dinner. Well, that’s what I’m telling myself now, but I’m sure she’d approve of a place dedicated to the worship of meat.
Meatmother has opened up near the corner of Swan St and Church Street in Richmond; an area not necessarily brimming with quality restaurants (Demitri’s Feast being the exclusion). The narrow restaurant is divided into a rather modern looking bar/eating area downstairs, and a dining area upstairs. Although I was a little annoyed initially to have been seated downstairs, it turned into a blessing in disguise when I discovered that @beergirlbites was behind the bar. It was one of those awkward moments when I wanted to mention that I recognized her from the Internet, but it sounded awkward enough in my head to not bring it up.
I was lucky enough to visit Meatmother with one of my good friends, who’s almost as big a glutton as me, and his girlfriend. As a result, we ordered all the sides.
Rib Tips ($6) were a saucy delight, which I proceeded to drop all over the table. If it weren’t for the next item, this would have been the standout starter.
The Hock Croquettes ($6) were mind blowingly good. I hadn’t really read the menu item correctly, so when I bit in I wasn’t expecting the meat explosion that greeted me.
BBQ Chicken Wings ($6) were also lip lickingly good.
We also ordered a side of the house pickles ($5), but I was too enamored by the other dishes at this point to photograph them.
The main dishes are served in trays, and after you select your meat type, you get to select a side. We went with two trays of beef brisket ($19) and pulled pork ($19), with sides of BBQ beans, mac cheese and gravy mash.
My brisket was amazing, as were the BBQ beans. Even if you don’t have the room for the starters, you can’t go wrong with the brisket. They also do matched beers and cocktails but unfortunately I was driving, so I didn’t get a chance to indulge. Luckily I was able to drown my sorrows in Frozen Lime Pie .
If you enjoy your meat, nobody does it better than your Meatmother.