My only previous experience here was guzzling Bloody Marys during the first U.S. World Cup match a last month. The TVs were kinda crappy, but at least the bar staff was decent and the drinks did the job.

This time around, dinner was in order. When we got there, the meathead bouncer trained his underling on how to check our licenses, which took way too long. Pop videos were on every TV, and the audio from them was blasting nonstop. Instead of a smokehouse/bar atmosphere, it evoked images of a 16-year-old girl’s birthday party. I guess they sell more meat that way.

We hit up the potato skins, which were the blandest I’ve ever had. We poured on half a bottle of pepper to give them life. At least the gin & tonic was big.

I decided to rock the pulled pork sandwich, which came with lettuce and slaw on it. Again, kinda bland. It made me reminisce about the great Sloppy Joes and shredded-meat sandwiches I’ve had in my day. This was not one.

Between the shamelessly slutty waitress wandering around, the mook bouncer, and the uninspiring waiter, the staff would be Whiskey’s biggest problem. The food is decent, but not legit BBQ. If you’re on Boylston looking for dinner, I suggest to keep walking.