Woody's Bar-B-Q (Holly Hill)

We had a BOGO coupon so we thought we'd give them a try. Went on a Sunday afternoon after church and the place wasn't too busy. Food was average and so was the service. We asked to have the french fries made crispy and the server said "no problem " So, when the fries came out they were far from crispy so we asked if they could make them crispier "no problem " was the reply. Anyway, the real problem was that the fries never came back until we were done with our meals and ready to leave. However, we did stay to eat the fries because they were incredibly hot AND crispy 😋!

Pretty darn good. Baby backs had slathered in tasty but too sweet sauce. Service was killer but so was price.

We have been going to Woody’s for years. I even remember a location on Granada right near the beach years and years ago. The Wednesday night special is a full rack (mine was separated into three pieces in the photo) and two sides. The price has gone up a little but is still a good deal and comparable to everywhere else. They have a very friendly Staff and you get great service. It is a little out of the way and the building looks a little tired but there is still a wonderful meal and wonderful people waiting for you inside!

I've been to a lot of Woody's restaurants but this was the first time at the Holly Hill location, and the last. Baked beans were burnt, sliced pork fell apart as soon as you stuck the fork in it. Ribs were overdone. Coleslaw seemed like it was a soup. No cornbread, no sandwich buns. I guess our first clue should have been that it was empty at 6pm on a Saturday night. I'm not a big fan of Sonny's, but I wished I had gone there instead.

1-Star Review – Woody’s BBQ The pulled pork tasted like it came straight out of a can—cold, mushy, and absolutely nothing like BBQ. To make matters worse, there wasn’t a soul in the restaurant, yet it still took 30 minutes for them to serve me cold pork. That should’ve been the first red flag—an empty dining room at mealtime speaks volumes. Service was terrible; staff couldn’t be bothered to get off their phones, and the cook with long curly hair wasn’t even wearing a hairnet. The restaurant itself was disgusting. The bathroom reeked of urine and looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in weeks. The beans were bland (though hot), and when I ordered a sweet potato, they were out. I asked for a loaded baked potato instead, the server said okay—but then brought me a plain potato with butter. Wh