Whole Hog Cafe

Always a must when flying out of Little Rock. I’ve tried just about everything on the limited menu and it is all fantastic!!! Service is typically A++

I didn’t have a chance to stop by Whole Hog’s main restaurant while in Little Rock so I decided to go with the airport version instead.
Service was very friendly — — like THE happiest and nicest people I have ever met — — and so helpful too! Without them, I would have not gotten upsold on a bag of their homemade ranch potato chips. Do yourself a favor and get yourself a bag. These are the best potato chips I’ve ever had!
I went with a pulled pork sandwich. The meat itself was moist and tender and the NC style BBQ sauce I chose had a nice vinegary kick. That being said the slightly stale, dry bleached white bunwas a big disappointment. It was the most mismatched coupling since Rose McGowan and Marilyn Manson.
Hopefully it was just a bad day but out of all of the food options and Clinton Airtport, Whole Hog take the cake!

They must buy some fat, lazy, couch-​sitting chickens at Whole Hog Café in the Little Rock airport. What else could explain the tepid reception I got when I took a bite of the smoked chicken sandwich? I had originally interested in the other white meat, assuming that it would be as special as its choice to become the namesake of the restaurant, but for God’s sake, they didn’t have any of the plastic bags hanging over the boiled water.
The guy in front of me and I had been standing there for five minutes, not being even acknowledged, when he finally realized that we had to ask the young woman behind the Quiznos counter if she ran this one too. I guess we could thank that master of all airports, HMS Host that she did. He took a chance on a second question, asking if he could please have a pulled pork sandwich. She looked under each water bath lid. «The white meat,» he said, helpfully. «Ah, the OTHER white meat,» I said helpfully.
She had to ask someone else if they had any pork; it was in a stainless steel cabinet behind her. I wasn’t sure whether it was an oven or a cooler, but I didn’t want to ask another hard question. And so, like him, I thought I’d go with the sure thing, the chicken.
I went to my gate to eat it, and it was room temperature at the most. I was hoping that it wouldn’t have the same problem as mayonnaise during a warm day at the picnic. If I find out the hard way on the plane in which I’m typing, there is always that little waxed bag in the seat pocket in front of me. And the bag still containing some of their $ 2.69 homemade salt & pepper chips that weren’t that great either. But, if necessary, that $ 2.69 will have been well-​spent.

Dry and salty smoked chicken! Yuck! You’re only eating here because you’re in the airport. If the food in the other locations is the same don’t do it.

I tend to head straight to the bar when I get to the airport but when I’m in little rock I always hit the whole hog. It is by far some of the best BBQ I have ever put my hands on. The only downside is it is rather pricey.

Sometimes you read Michael Pollan’s novel Cooked and buy a Fitbit in the same week. When you unexpectedly find yourself in Arkansas, and walk past this joint…
…the Fitbit will lose, the smell of whole hog will win, and you will end up eating a delicious pulled pork sandwich.