The absolute best BBQ ever to grace a grill is made in Texas, right in my parent's backyard.
We have a family recipe for pork ribs, which my mother has yet to bestow upon me (she feels i've yet to prove myself worthy), that has been declared by everyone who's tasted them to be the best ever.
I've traveled all over the U.S., and I've yet to taste it's equal. Of course, I'm a little biased. But my mother has been challenged by other accomplished grill-masters and one after another, they've all had to bow down to her culinary prowess. As I've stated, I don't know the recipe. But I do know that part of the secret is a select, and fiercely guarded combination of woods, and the better part of a day devoted to spending time at or around the grill.
The resulting ribs melt in your mouth. Sauce is optional. I usually go without because it isn't needed.
Seriously, I usually refuse to buy BBQ, especially ribs. It's almost sacrilegious for me to do so, having grown up on the family recipe. I will probably visit Big D's place on the beach. Mostly because I want to support his business. But I'll probably just have the chicken.
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