Sometimes you gotta get off the beaten path and go straight to the ghetto to find the best local cuisine... Or sometimes you're just lost and you pull into a gas station and there happens to be a rib shack next door... It's fucking low rent Alabama after all. Not that it happened to me but it makes for a cool story to tell. I actually sought out this dump because of the ribs, can you believe that shit? This place is a story in itself, kinda like the horror flick that involves a chainsaw. A real mom & pop joint you can find only in the deep south, they were the only ones working, doing everything... Slowly. But they were super nice people. Let's take a peek inside...
When you see a sign like this on the door... It has 'authentic' written all over it. Or not and get the fuck as far away as possible.
Looks more like Sing Sing than a BBQ joint. They also had a big smoker going on a trailer right out front.
Pulled Pork, mac, collards and corn muffin. So, I ask big boy behind the counter how the pork was, he comes back with the standard auto response like every other place, I made it, it's great of course! I'll be the judge of that, Autonomous B.I.G. Sadly, it looked and tasted like clumps of hair found in a shower drain. It literally sat in a pool of grease and fat... And had no flavor! They must be using Greyhound fat. Pork was forgettable... Since they don't have Brunswick stew on the menu, this pork might be a good start. If not, use the Greyhound... Tastes just like squirrel. The collards and mac was decent in a edible kinda way but the corn muffin was absolute saw dust, flavorless, dry and grainy like sand on a beach. The last time I ate this much sand, I was on my knees and my back was arched... Uh, nevermind.
How much for one wing? $1.80 pweez. When I saw this on the menu, I had to get it because it was so ridiculous and funny at the same time. I'm gonna git ya sucka! ...And they did, this smoked wing was almost meatless and the vinegar-ish sauce made the smokey skin soggy and meat was really dry like jerky. What do you expect from a jailbird?
Half Slab Ribs. Ok, these are giant ribs. Six of them to be exact... It's dirty smokey fleshy meat porn. Dirk Diggler blushes at the sight of these things. The sauce that it's sitting in looked similar to the swill the pulled pork was soaking in but it's not, totally different, a little sweet, a little vinegary... Decent actually to give the smoked ribs some glaze before you shove your snout up in this piece. There's no dry spice rub that I could see or taste but it's seasoned decently and smoked nicely. The meat were tender for their large size and pulled away from the bone with ease. Two ribs will fill you up but if you're a fucking slob like me, you can put down 3 or 4 of them and licking your fingers constantly that will make your girlfriend jealous as shit... Then the nagging starts, why don't you go downtown like that on me. Blah blah blah. The slices of bread were in the shape of a ninja throwing star, either on purpose or just crushed in the bag, they are pretty much a waste of pouch space.
As the would be condemned building sign out front says... Rib Shack it is and that's really all you should get if you come here. Everything else is pretty much middle school grade cafeteria food. They did have a good mix of people coming through here which surprised me... I mean this place is a dump decor wise, it's basically like a run down garage made of cinder blocks but a bunch of Buckhead type whities and a couple of fobby Asians actually ate inside... And then there's me. I could eat ribs in a latrine and I would be fine with that.
Plop.
4255 S Court St.
Montgomery, AL 36105
(334) 356-1368
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