28/09
Rib Love
This past weekend, I had the best BBQ ribs in the world.
I’m not kidding.
Here’s the setup: We’re told to arrive at Salt Lick BBQ in Driftwood, Texas, no later than 4:30 on a Friday afternoon, lest we be forced to wait.
Wait a minute. This place has 800 seats between two buildings. Are they kidding?
The pit at Salt Lick BBQ
We decide they are, and press our luck by arriving at 5. There were a few empty tables, but admittedly, not many. A sign warns us to not linger at our table for more than 90 minutes.
Huh, they’re serious. We settle in, order the family style dinner, and await our fate.
Plates and bowls, too many to count, start to arrive. Serving pieces and dinner plates are made from that old plastic melamine, perfect for barbecue. We dig in.
Too quickly, things get VERY quiet. The brisket is beyond fork tender, and between the sprinkling of sesame seeds in the cole slaw, pickles with jalapenos, vinegary potato salad, all were perfect.
Then we started on the ribs. Oh, the ribs. I love ribs, and I’m not known to overdose on a particular dish because it tastes great, but these ribs were ethereal, if that makes sense. Smoky and sweet, but caramelized so as not to be cloying. I think I ate four down to the bone, which for me is a record.
The food coma quickly ensued, and we rolled out of there around 7, breaking the rules, but no one reprimanded us.
They were too busy: by that time, several tour buses had pulled up, there was live music in the outdoor deck across the parking lot entertaining hordes of people, and a sheriff was directing a nonstop line of incoming traffic as it streamed into the parking lot.
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