Picked up a full rack of absolutely epic BBQ pork ribs for dinner the other night. First step to actually sitting down and enjoying them is bribing the cat with gushy food, so that I can eat in peace.
Epic ribs usually come from dive rib shacks, not chain BBQ restaurants. These indeed came from such a dive, as you can tell by the plastic bag they were delivered in. No stuffy company name or logo, just a smiley face generic cheap-ass plastic bag.
The initial reveal. I don't know why they always shove two pieces of bread in there, but they do.
And now an unobstructed view of the epic goodness itself. Note the lack of BBQ sauce - good ribs don't need sauce. The meat is falling off the bone, is smokier than a 3 county forest fire, and absolutely tasted as good as it looks.