When I talk about American barbeque / bbq places, I always talk about the star of the show: the low and slow, smoked meats that you can tear with your fingers, that melts like butter in your mouth. Rightfully so, because it wouldn’t be called a barbecue place without it.
But with Central BBQ in Memphis, TN, I will not talk about their bbq. Their brisket is average. Their sausage meh. It looked more like an overcooked, shrivelled hotdog than sausage to me. Their pork ribs were good – moist, savory and sweet. Just the way I like my ribs.
Though tasty, I do not remember those ribs as much as I do their bbq beans. Good Lord. Those bbq beans were the best that I’ve ever had.