Monday, May 30, 2011

Call your shawty, tell him you found a new [rib joint]

I’ve become disenchanted with some of my old go-to restaurants lately. I guess I’m expecting more from my food and my standards are higher than they used to be. In any case, I may be ready to strike Hyde Park’s famous Ribs ’N Bibs from my list. The last time we went, they were out of pork—they were out of ribs. (And I don’t recall them ever having bibs.) I had a beef sandwich. The bun was soggy, the side of coleslaw was depressing, the fries were stale, and the meat had a strange opalescent shimmer.
As the great singer/songwriter Jesse McCartney once sang, “Why don’t you tell him that, ‘I’m leavin’—never looking back again.’ You found somebody who does it better than he can.  No more making you cry, no more them gray skies, girl we flying on a g-5, g-5.” And indeed I have found someone who does it better. And with pork.
I’m flying on the metaphorical g-5 at the Pork Shoppe, with an outstanding pulled pork sandwich, coleslaw, and fresh fries. The coleslaw is not weighed down by a gallon of mayo, the crisp red cabbage is studded with raisins and pineapple, which sounds a little wacky, but is delicious. If you eat your sandwich Carolina style, as I do, the pineapple adds a juicy, sweet bite that complements the warmth and salt of the pork.  Choose from three BBQ sauces—hot, tangy, and sweet—to sauce your sandwich (or ribs). Dip your fries in them. All of them.
I may not be supporting a local favorite, but I’m supporting my own dream of eating only delicious food. After all, it was Jesse McCartney who encouraged us, “Don’t stress, don’t stress, don’t stress—just tell ’em ‘to the left, left, left.’ No stress, no stress, no stress—girl, you deserve nothing but the best.” 

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