2 /5 Caleb Garrett: Keno’s with a facelift.
This grease-grilled diner posturing as a BBQ joint is nothing but an ill-conceived deception to the residents of Temecula. The wait staff was kind and earnest for the most part and I have to imagine that even they were ignorant to the stomach churning slop they were serving. From jawbreaking baby-back ribs that felt like chewing through the dried sponge you use to clean countertops and a cabbage stew served in mayo broth they called “coleslaw” to say the food was underwhelming would be too generous.
However, the real terror came not half an hour after departing the Swing Inn. The ribs returned with a vengeance bringing forth a chorus that wrought our doom: the bubble guts. Both my fiancé and I succumbed to illness 3 blocks away at another, much finer establishment. Holding back the tides of nausea we had no choice but to leave Temecula trying to keep our dignity and bowels from escaping us.





