Don’t kid yourself, if you were able to digest them without any ill-effects, you too would devour spare ribs like a savage lion for every single meal. I would too. There’s just so much to be said about this wonderful manly food. And it is manly. It evokes the ancient joy of ripping meat from the bone, smearing blood all over one’s face, and crunching, yes crunching, the bones into tiny fragments. 

Since the dawn of time, mankind has been eating ribs. And there’s two perfectly good reasons here:

Slow-cooked ribs

And:

Pork spare ribs

I gotta tell you though – there would be nothing spare about them when I’m done. Every little scrap of meat will be in my belly. The sauce would be all over my face, my fingers, my chest if I’m lucky..

I would love to swim around in a barrel of bbq sauce, biting at grilled bits of pig rib randomly… That would be heaven.

        

Fries, bbq ribs (slathered with appropriate sauces), with melted cheese on top.

That’s what Rub’s BBQ serves up to polite customers. Righteous Urban Barbecue, the place is called, and one look at this plate of miracle food – you can understand why. This place should be a church. I worship their ribs.

Rub's BBQ Ribs

If I could afford to eat there every day I would. Ribs are great. I would seriously kneel down at this place and praise the ribs. It is religious, just how good they are.

Now, this is going to make someone laugh, but when I plan to eat this particular dish I take a pair of chopsticks with me. I don’t know why, I just feel like… It’s healthier to eat that way, rather than succumb to my desires and stick my face in the hot cheese.