Okay, this is the best barbecue I’ve eaten to this point in the South, which is saying a lot. It was a cloudy day but the air was thick and the temperature still hovered around 100 degrees. We were hungry, and didn’t have high hopes for this small, very poor, Forrest Gumpy town.
Bob Syke’s has been a family-owned local tradition for over 50 years. Upon walking through the front door, we were first greeted by a huge smoker and a whole pile of pork and chicken simmering away over wood fire coals. This immediately confirmed that we chose the right place, to my great relief.
Rib plate with potato salad and collared greens. Giant Flintstones brontosaurus ribs.
So juicy and full of smoke. The best ribs I’ve ever had.
Slowing down, blood thickening.
Carnage. I slid into a serious rib coma after this meal. Unbelievable. Sweet Home Alabama.