


Ribbed for Your Pleasure
One late night not too long ago I found myself writhing in the clutches of a grocery store blood pressure screening machine. Despite my less-than-healthy diet, my numbers have always hovered pretty low. Perhaps it’s the resistance training or the resistance to booze and smokes. So why, pray tell, did this machine put my numbers much higher than anything I have ever had before?
Maybe, just maybe, it has to do with the Sunday barbecue lunches. The pork steaks served with a side of brisket. The pork ribs and a half of chicken slathered in sauce that has become a new Sunday ritual. If you want to find me in on the Sabbath, don’t bother looking among a crowded congregation dressed to the nines, just check out a gas station, restaurant or deli that serves a barbecue plate lunch. I’ll be the one in the elastic pants.
So just how did this mess all start? Well, don’t blame me, my appetite or my boss, but Times’ readers. See, last year readers picked the best barbecue joints in town for our Best Of Acadiana Readers Poll. And let’s just say that, while I can’t fault you for choosing Dwight’s as the choicest hog, the other winners were less than admirable. Word has always been that the best place to find the best food is not a restaurant but a grocery store or deli. So why did Luther’s and Sonny’s take second and third place?
Maybe you just don’t know where to go. So, we here at The Times, decided that I should go out looking for all the unmentioned, and perhaps out of the way, meateries, serving the best shoot-the-cook, unbutton-the-pants, say-good-bye-to- your-figure smoked meats. In the meantime, expect a bill for a triple bypass. And learn from your mistakes. I don’t think I can do this again.


