September 24, 2013 § 2 Comments
All trips to, from, or through Gulfport, Mississippi require a stop at The Shed. The saying “one man’s junk is another man’s treasure” comes alive under this funky tin roof establishment. The treasure, kids, is the ‘cue. The meat is slow roasted to pure perfection and the sweet sauce has five year olds to eighty-five year olds licking their fingers.
Like any treasure trove, there’s always one attraction that marvels. The ribs. I tend to veer away from dishes still on the bone…something about ripping the meat off the bone that’s just a little too caveman for me. But–that’s a big BUT–these ribs fall into the exception. The meat slides clean off the bone. Shedhead tip: You’re gonna need a fork or not be afraid of a little mess. This last trip I nearly ordered them, but in light of my buddy’s desire to eat healthier I decided pouring salt in the wound was cruel. Next time I won’t be so nice.
A BBQ classic in my book, the pull pork sandwich was the dish du jour. It was sweet divinity. The next time you drive past a junk yard and wonder what’s cooking, just know it’s BBQ and it’s called The Shed.