BAR-B-QUE. When the title of an episode could also be “BAR-B-Q”, “BBQ”, or “BARBECUE”, one thing is clear: if no one can agree on how to spell it, then they certainly aren’t going to agree on which is the absolute best.
Besides, asking someone who loves to eat to single out their favorite barbecue dish is the culinary equivalent of Sophie’s Choice. Are we talking beef, pork, chicken? Sauced, rubbed, mopped, marinated? Chopped, sliced, pulled, shredded, in a sandwich, on a platter, on the bone? Texas, Memphis, Kansas City, Carolina?
As the theme of one episode of a TV series, we only had 30 minutes and 8 contributors. Sheesh. You do the math.
Which is why (and this applies to the series in general) even though you’ve just seen an episode devoted entirely to barbecue, you’ll still see other barbecue dishes from other contributors in other shows (and certainly future seasons). But in the meantime, if eight (dishes) isn’t enough, Michael Symon and Chris Cosentino, who never met a pig they didn’t like, also tipped us off to their favorite pulled pork: Symon loves what they do at Nick’s Smokehouse in Tampa FL and Chris raves about the “jumbo” at Pierce’s Pitt in Lightfoot, VA. So add those to the to-eat list.
Finally, one anecdote that Delilah Winder shared that didn’t make it into the final cut. Delilah (whose macaroni and cheese, I should point out, was cited as the best in the country on an Oprah show touting the best of the best) discovered Ronnie’s Ribs in Richmond, VA by fluke; she was in town, visiting her sister, and walking out of a favorite diner when she happened to see a guy manning a giant red half-drum smoker in a deserted gas station parking lot across the street. Although she had just finished brunch, the smell was too much to resist, so she wandered over, checked it out and in the interest of professional research, ordered a slab to go.
On the drive home to Philadelphia, the aroma from the ribs soon engulfed the car. Unable to control themselves any longer, Delilah and her husband broke open the Styrofoam container and had a taste. One bite, and – as she put it – “Done.”
This was, she realized, the best barbecue she’d ever eaten.
But the moment of joy that came with the realization that she had discovered something so spectacular was immediately replaced by panic. By this time, the couple was hours north of Richmond, and while they had the guy’s food, what Delilah realized she didn’t have was his name. Nor the name of his business, a business card, a flyer, or a menu. In other words, she’d just had the best barbecue she’d ever eaten – and she didn’t have a clue who made it. To make matters worse, given that it was cooked by a guy in a parking lot, she wasn’t sure she would ever be able to find him and have it again.
Her husband sympathized, but quickly pointed out that there was no way he was going to turn the car around and go back. So Delilah called her sister, pleaded for HER to drive over to the parking lot and prayed that she would get there before the guy was gone. She did. And according to Delilah, she now not only eats at Ronnie’s whenever she’s in Richmond, she also has Ronnie FedEx ribs to her home in Philadelphia.
This is one of the wonderful things about barbecue: Few foods seem to inspire more passion, preference or debate. Barbecue could possibly be the one type of cuisine that is as much fun to talk (and argue) about as it is to eat. Well, besides pizza. And, yes folks, we’ve got an episode coming up in August that’s devoted entirely to pizza.
I’m already ducking for cover…..