Chow-Chowing Down at the Union Woodshop

For our final evening in Michigan, we wanted to eat dinner someplace special.  A few months ago Guy Fieri joined with Kid Rock for an episode of Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives which took place in Clarkston, Michigan.  These days, if anything Michigan-related crosses my path, my sentimental side jumps to attention.

Good ol’ Kid.  He and I were buddies, back in the day.  I would cruise around town with my bass cranked up while he sang: “They call me Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid ROCK!”

Bawitaba.

But I digress.

So Kid and Guy (that’s funny) ate at this restaurant in Clarkston called the Clarkston Union — famous for its macaroni and cheese — after which they strolled down the street and checked out the sister restaurant, the Union Woodshop.

The Woodshop is a badass barbecue joint where the smoker is always working.  They make their own bacon (whaaa?!), their own sausages and hot dogs and they even make to-die-for vanilla ice cream with liquid nitrogen.

We knew we had to go.

Fast-forward nearly three months and here we were.  My BFF, Christine, and I had spent the day at the Great Lakes Mega Meet scrapbooking convention in Novi.  Clarkston was just a hop, skip and a jump away so we met Mom and Violet at the Union Woodshop for dinner.

Do not be alarmed!  I do not normally order this much food, but I knew it would be a long time before I returned and I wanted to try it all!  I had a really fantastic lunch of leftovers the next day.

“BURNT ENDS — Charred brisket ends tossed in Memphis sauce & served on a slice of Texas toast” …I was so excited to taste them that I forgot to take a picture before digging in.

Union Mac & Cheese, Hand-dipped Onion Rings served with Memphis Mayo, Cherry Pork Salad … Where do I start?!

These were seriously the best onion rings I. Have. Ever. Had.

The macaroni and cheese is as good as they claim. Very rich, though — a side order is plenty.

Violet fell asleep in the car on the way to dinner and so wasn’t her usual cheery self for the meal. She did perk up at the prospect of blueberries and ice cream, though.

Again, I forgot to take a picture first. Blueberry Cobbler with Liquid Nitrogen Vanilla Ice Cream.

There should be a disclaimer on the menu stating that the blueberry cobbler will turn your tongue as blue as a Chow Chow’s.

Yes, there are photos of me and my blue tongue as well.  That’s the beauty of having my own blog.  I don’t have to post incriminating pictures of myself if I don’t want to.  Ha!

The poor guys waiting outside the restaurant didn’t know what to think when I stuck my tongue out at them as we walked by.

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