This casual BBQ spot with booth-style seating serves ribs, brisket & sides in a simple space.
Hours
| Friday | 11 AM–9 PM |
| Saturday | 11 AM–9 PM |
| Sunday | 11 AM–9 PM |
| Monday | 11 AM–9 PM |
| Tuesday | Closed |
| Wednesday | 11 AM–9 PM |
| Thursday | 11 AM–9 PM |
Address and Contact Information
Address: 8136 Sepulveda Blvd, Panorama City, CA 91402
Phone: (818) 780-6701
Website: http://hoglywogly.com/
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Reviews
The meat tastes like it spent longer on a steam table than smoker/grill. The brisket, pretty sure there’s a criminal statute in Texas that would apply to calling this brisket. No bark, no fat, just bland. On the other hand, the baby back ribs were all bark so fairly dry, also somehow fairly tasteless. The ham… was. Meats served in a puddle of water. The sides, macaroni salad very bland, the beans were the consistency of baby food and had a very off taste. The sauces, one average sweet and one that might have been trying to be spicy (in a ketchup bottle), dunno, they didn’t help. It was generous portions at a reasonable price but I wish I had paid more at Bludso’s, Boneyard or anywhere else.
To sum it up, I don’t know what Dr. Hogley Wogly has a doctorate of–but it certainly isn’t barbecue!
Service is always pretty good, although they can get busy at times. Their waitresses do their best to keep up with rushes.
My favorite menu item is the pulled pork sandwich with a side of baked beans. Their bread is always nice and soft too. Sometimes I just get the bread and baked beans because they’re that good. My family really loves their ribs and sweet potato pie too.
Definitely add them to your list of places to try if you’re in SoCal and looking for some good bbq!
The food however is just no good. I don’t believe anyone that says they’ve been going here for decades unless those people have no taste buds.
To start with, a BBQ place with neither Mac n Cheese OR Corn Bread is just… why even bother? I ordered the half chicken lunch with steak fries and Baked Beans. The half chicken came out hot with half a roll of steamed bread. The bread was good but chicken was swimming in far more juices than those pieces of meat could generate and it was pretty gross. The chicken seemed to be seasoned but had no flavor whatsoever.
The Steak fries were generic and flavorless. Barely any salt on them.
The Baked beans were just abysmal. More like mushed beans with a flavor I couldn’t quite place. I had a spoonful and that was it.
Their sauces weren’t terrible. The “Spicy” sauce has no kick but is definitely chipotle based. It was alright but I didn’t use it cause it was TOO chipotle based. Their regular sauce was pretty sweet and I used it for the flavorless fries.
I really was hoping this place lived up to the hype but it simply doesn’t. Our waitress was very nice and attentive, sadly it seems that’s the only attention that is paid in this restaurant.
Would definitely NOT recommend. There’s a Bludsoe’s like a mile away. Go there if you want BBQ.
If you have ever wandered the sun-soaked boulevards of Southern California, you may find yourself pondering the ancient American question: “Where, pray tell, does one find honest barbecue on a day when the sun seems intent on barbecuing you?” Fortune, ever the fickle companion, led me by the nose—not by hunger, for I count myself among those eccentric souls called vegetarians, but by curiosity and a cinematic whisper—to the venerable institution known as Dr. Hogly Wogly’s Tyler Texas Barbecue.
Born, they say, in the wilds of Tyler, Texas in 1969, this modest eatery set its stakes in the gentle, asphalted plains of Panorama City, and has withstood the withering gales of time, neon, and Los Angeles real estate. Its low-slung, wood-paneled walls and booth-lined interior are as steadfast and unyielding as the trunk of an old river oak. Should the walls themselves grow mouths, I wager they would tell stories—of boom years, slow afternoons, and the gentle drizzle of barbecue sauce over brisket.
But I was not there to test their beef nor to sing the praises of smoked pork. No, I arrived as a humble seeker of plant-based sustenance, armed only with an open mind and a keen eye for the details that flavor a meal.
The young lady behind the counter, with a kindness that would put most saints to shame, guided me through the treacherous shoals of the menu. When I, with a hopeful glance, considered the baked beans, she did not let me founder—“There’s meat in the beans,” she said, her voice a beacon of vegetarian safety. It is no small thing to be seen and spared such a fate in a barbecue house; for that, I tip my hat.
So, dear reader, what lay before me on my lacquered table of plenty? First, a coleslaw of the freshest stripe: cabbage crisp as the morning after a rain, not overburdened by sauce nor mystery, but refreshing, subtle, and honest. The macaroni salad, creamy and true, balanced delicately between toothsome and yielding, offered a comfort known to all who have ever loved a picnic. Sweet potato fries, that rarest of barbecue companions, emerged golden and healthy—neither slick with oil nor burdened with salt, but perfect in their modesty. The sweet potato pie, simple and unadorned, surprised me—a slice neither too sweet nor too plain, with a crust that whispered of careful hands and homespun kitchens.
All the while, the restaurant played host to a fine playlist—a symphony of late ’70s disco and ’80s pop that would please the heart of any time traveler, and perhaps, just perhaps, coax even the most stoic among us to tap a toe. Booths for families, napkin dispensers for the sauce-splattered, bottles of ketchup and salt for the hopeful—every detail steeped in Americana.
Baseball flickered on the screens; the afternoon sun glanced off the polished tables. I looked around and saw not a relic, but a living, breathing testament to endurance, kindness, and the strange fellowship of the Los Angeles lunch hour.
So if you find yourself hungry in body, or merely hungry for memory, you could do worse than to step into Dr. Hogly Wogly’s Tyler Texas BBQ. Even a vegetarian, with a little help, will find their share of the feast.
First time I ate here was over 40 years ago… Still as awesome as ever!
Best BBQ I’ve ever had!
bread is so soft and warm.
Salad is also fresh and tasty.
Coke can be refilled.
The price is also reasonable.
There are many to go orders (very popular)
Omg.
I feel like I am in Texas trip.
Zero stars if possible.
The pulled pork taste awful and looks old.
The sausage is gross and taste like some generic store bought meat. There’s not smoke flavor to any of their food.
Also the plate was submerged in some kind of liquid. That was not appetizing.
I was so disappointed I didn’t even finish my plate for $40.