I’ve driven through Chattanooga over 100 times in my life. It’s the midway point between Atlanta and Nashville, at a point in the trip where you always start to get hungry. Sugar’s sits on this quick hill, overlooking the city. It’s got an incredible view, and some of the best BBQ sauces in the South. There’s a huge sign right on the mountainside, a sign I’ve seen every single time I’ve driven by, but it wasn’t until my friend Trevor suggested it that I ever thought about stopping there. It’s funny how sometimes we feel like we have to search for treasure, because the treasure sitting right in front of us is- ok…sorry.
The brisket sandwich is delicious, with a Chickfila pickle set up and a couple stray white onions falling off the mound of beef tits. Didn’t know that’s what brisket was, did you. Big beefy cow titties.
The only problem with Sugars is that the selection of sauces is overwhelming. Of course you have to try each one and then you have to try mixing this one and that one and the mustard one and the Goopy one and so on and so forth until the waitress comes by with your food but your hands are already covered In sauce and you’re not hungry anymore.
Any one of their sauces would be the star at another joint. The Southern Mustard sauce was thinner than expected, but surprisingly sweet. Their Carolina Red sauce has this beautiful vinegar twang, but is thin and can easily give you the soggy bun blues. The Tennessee Thick and Goopy (pls) is pretty much the same as the Classic BBQ sauce except with added molasses which gives that slow, gummy texture. Don’t overlook the Clearly Great sauce, actually go ahead and overlook it, along with the vinegar slaw. Go with the mac’n'cheese, big soft shells with creamy white cheddar. I took some gifs of the goats in the pen outside before I started getting some weird looks from the locals.
Ok, good work Sugar’s, setting the bar high. To Nashville, the city I love to hate, and hate to leave!