A rose by any other name, or even the same name should be treated as suspect

Never have I looked so forward to a bbq experience and been so soundly disappointed. Knowing what Coopers in Llano is capable of, it's horrendous that whatever this thing in New Braunfels is that it shares the same name. We left right after work on Friday, and our first clue should have been how empty the parking lot was upon our arrival. The second clue was that the atmosphere was all wrong, and there was no smell of smoked meat curling its' way through the dining room.

The barbecue looked right, but looks can be deceiving, as instead of the usual rub, everything tasted as if it had simply been covered in road salt. But at least it wasn't overcooked, wait, actually it was. Defunct of all natural juices, this was more on the way to jerky, and well past the tender barbecue that we had come to expect.