Where else can I switch into the southern dialect that I've long (and shamefully) erased from my persona, take a picture with Marty Moose out front, then hunker down for fried-green tomatoes, and corn bread (with real corn in it)? The barbecue chicken is so heavily smoked, that it's likely you'll gain cancer merely from consuming the baked-in carcinogens. I'm not saying it's bad, in fact it's probably some of the best barbecue chicken I've ever had. It's just, if we're to be honest, The Moose Cafe, like much of southern food is not the sort of diet plan you should be sharing with your cardiologist. Add some booze, drugs, and a few strippers and I imagine this place is a bit what heaven looks like.
So here's the bottom line. This place is quintessential southern, and absolutely Greensboro. I can't think of a restaurant that more fits in with the culture and personality of the Piedmont Triad than this resto. The food was great, the price cheap, and you can buy your Christmas tree (or fudge, fruits and veggies) across the street. It's a well ran restaurant worthy of being the best choice for culinary indulgences of a southern-kind. It's everything that's both wrong and right, which as crazy as it sounds, makes the guilt of capitulation far more appetizing than the regret of never trying Moose Cafe's sinful southern selections.