
Hours
| Monday | 10:30 AM–8 PM |
| Tuesday | 10:30 AM–8 PM |
| Wednesday | 10:30 AM–8 PM |
| Thursday | 10:30 AM–8 PM |
| Friday | 10:30 AM–8 PM |
| Saturday | 10:30 AM–8 PM |
| Sunday | 10:30 AM–6 PM |
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Reviews
We drive over an hour just to get some of the BEST BBQ around!!! We try to make a trip to Marion BBQ at least once a month if not more.
The service is the BEST!
The food is EXCELLENT!
You can get it to go, or just eat there.
They have an enclosed space with picnic tables so you can “dine in”
You can’t go wrong with Marion BBQ!
FIVE STARS FOR EVERYTHING! ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
It all started with a work trip to Marion, Kentucky. Just a quick, uneventful work trip, or so I thought. I wasn’t planning on falling in love. Certainly not with food. And definitely not with a condiment.
But there I was—tired, hungry, and easily influenced—when someone mentioned a local joint. “You’ve gotta try their BBQ nachos,” they said. Harmless suggestion, right?
Wrong.
I walked in skeptical, ordered the nachos with jalapeños and spicy BBQ sauce, and took one bite. That was the moment everything changed. My pupils dilated. Angels sang. I may have blacked out for a few seconds. By the time I came to, the plate was empty and my hands looked like I’d just committed a delicious, smoky crime.
I told myself it was a one-time thing. A fluke. A freak culinary accident.
But the next night, I was back. And the next three nights. The employees started greeting me like I was family. One of them casually asked if I wanted “the usual.”
I had a usual.
On day three, in a haze of BBQ-induced euphoria, I panic-bought several bottles of their spicy sauce to bring home to Milan, Indiana. “This should last me a few months,” I thought, like a naive fool.
It lasted four days.
I began putting it on everything—eggs, cereal (don’t judge me), salad, toast, ice cream… The cat ran when he saw the bottle. My family staged an intervention after I served “BBQ oatmeal” for breakfast. I lied to friends. “No, that’s just ketchup,” I said, hiding the telltale bottle under the table.
I hit rock bottom when I tried to make a BBQ sauce smoothie. I won’t go into detail, but just know: it’s a slippery slope.
Now I’m in recovery. I’ve had to switch to Kroger brand BBQ, I’ve been weening myself off and joined a support group. Every meeting begins the as painful as the previous:
“Hi, I’m Jake… and I’m a BBQ sauce addict.”