Bj's Restaurant And Brewhouse Laurel Menu
Let's talk about BJ's Restaurant & Brewhouse. Specifically, the one in Laurel. Now, some people might get all fancy about their food. They might talk about "mouthwatering," "gastronomic delights," and all that jazz. But me? I'm a simple person. I like food that's good, filling, and doesn't require a dictionary to understand the menu.
And BJ's Laurel? It totally gets me. It's like they know my brain turns to mush after a long day. They've got this menu that's a glorious, overwhelming beast. A beautiful, delicious beast.
Let's start with the obvious star of the show: the pizookies. Oh, the pizookies. If you haven't experienced a pizookie from BJ's, you're missing out on a fundamental life experience. It's like a cookie the size of your head, baked warm and gooey, topped with a mountain of ice cream. It's dessert nirvana. And for some reason, and this is my little unpopular opinion, the pizookie is the only reason I really need to go to BJ's.
Now, I know what you're thinking. "But what about the other food?" And I hear you. I do. BJ's has a gazillion options. We're talking salads, burgers, pasta, seafood, steaks... it's like a culinary United Nations in there. You could probably find something for even the pickiest eater. My cousin Brenda, who once sent back a perfectly good hamburger because the lettuce was "too green," even found things she liked there. That's saying something.
But here's the thing. When I walk into BJ's Laurel, my eyes do this weird little dance. They start scanning, trying to process all the choices. It's like trying to pick a favorite star in the sky. So many options! And then, inevitably, my brain goes, "Wait, is it pizookie time yet?" The answer is usually, "Yes, it is always pizookie time."
And it's not just the pizookie. It's the whole BJ's vibe. It's loud enough that you don't have to worry about your kid having a minor meltdown. It's casual enough that you can show up in your comfy jeans. It's the kind of place where you can let your hair down. Or, if you're like me, you can just leave your hair exactly where it is and dive into a giant chocolate chip pizookie.
Let's talk about the appetizers. They have a whole section dedicated to "Shareables." Which, let's be honest, sometimes translates to "My personal appetizer graveyard." Their Spinach and Artichoke Dip is legendary. It's creamy, it's cheesy, and it's the perfect vehicle for those crispy pita chips. I've been known to single-handedly demolish a bowl of that stuff before the main course even arrives. It's a commitment, I know. But someone has to do it.
Then there are the burgers. Oh, the burgers. They have names that are just begging to be uttered with a dramatic flair. Like the Bacon-Jam BBQ Burger. Just saying it makes me feel a little more rugged. Or the Sriracha Deconstructed Burger. Because apparently, burgers are now doing interpretive dance. I haven't actually tried the deconstructed one. I prefer my burgers to be, you know, constructed. But the idea is there.
And the salads. They have salads that are practically meals in themselves. The Mediterranean Veggie Salad looks pretty healthy. And then there's the Taco Fiesta Salad. Which sounds less like a salad and more like a party in a bowl. My inner child is always leaning towards the party.
But let's circle back to the main event, shall we? Because while the other food is perfectly fine, it's the pizookie that holds my heart. And my stomach. And possibly my entire future grocery budget. It's that perfect balance of warm, melty cookie and cold, creamy ice cream. It's a hug in a bowl. A sugary, glorious hug.
Sometimes, I think about going to BJ's Laurel just for a beverage. They have a whole Brewhouse section, after all. Craft beers, specialty drinks... But then my eyes drift. They inevitably drift to the dessert section. And there it is. The siren song of the pizookie. And resistance is futile.
So, the next time you're in Laurel, and you're wondering where to get a good meal, consider BJ's Restaurant & Brewhouse. Go for the burgers, go for the pasta, go for the salads. But whatever you do, do not leave without a pizookie. It's not just dessert; it's an experience. And frankly, it's the only menu item that truly matters in my book.
My tongue is already tingling just thinking about it. Is it pizookie o'clock yet?
And if anyone tells you there are better desserts out there, politely nod, smile, and then go order another pizookie. Because sometimes, the most "unpopular" opinions are just the truest ones.