—Dreamland BBQ—
After leaving the doctor’s office today, I made my way over to my favorite place for BBQ Ribs—”Dreamland BBQ,”—”ain’t nothin’ like ’em nowhere.”
The location I visited was off Highway 280. Right up from “Grandview Medical Center.”
Dreamland’s “Southern Style” BBQ Sauce is Vinegar based and is the only sauce they serve.
I’ll tell you that it packs a little heat and a bit of bite, giving the ribs a “Full Flavor.” In my honest opinion—It’s perfect.
I’m weird. I don’t like meat that “Falls off the bone.” Nope. I don’t know why.
Their meaty ribs have a “pull” to the meat. Their meat doesn’t “fall off the bones,” and that’s the way I like ’em. I like to tear it off the bone. Rip it off with my teeth, you could say.
The “Pitmaster” I spoke with said that’s called “Snap.”
“The meat here has a ‘Snap’ to it.”
That’s what I like.
I guess you could say I like a rib with a good “Snap” to it.
I asked how many slabs they go through.
“Oh, wow. Some days, Fifty slabs in one hour,” The Pitmaster replied.
It was a slow day, so I spoke with him for over thirty minutes while he had twenty slabs of ribs and fifteen butts, all cooking over the wood fire.
I then asked who taught him to BBQ.
“My Stepdad is my dad. So when I say ‘My Dad,’ I’m talking about my stepdad; he raised me. Well, my dad taught me, and a few uncles, friends who cared about me. Really, it took a community, I guess. I’m very thankful for the people in my life,” was his answer.
I looked at this “Big” guy. His smile was honest. His manners were sincere. He was truly a “Gentle Giant.”
I smiled and said, “You’re a good person. A decent person, I can tell it. You care.”
He smiled back at me and stuck his fist out. We fist-bumped one another.
He then allowed me to take pictures of his “pit.”
I wish I had gotten a picture of him, but I was too much of a wimp to ask him to let me take a picture of him standing beside his “pit.”
Back at the table, my waitress was on top of her game.
She quickly brought me a plate with four slices of white bread with a cup of Dreamland’s BBQ Sauce for dippin’ the bread in. That’s a tradition. No rolls or salads here. Just meat, a few sides, and sliced white bread. Oh, and the Sauce.
I placed my order: A Half Slab of Ribs, Coleslaw, and White Bread. Sweet Tea to drink.
She brought my Half-Slab and set it on the table. She then set my Coleslaw and Bread on the table, along with my drink.
“You need anything else?”
“Nope. I’m in heaven.” She left me alone but kept my Tea full.
The Ribs were Moist and had that Snap I like, with just a bit of bite—Perfection.
I learned that the tips go to the wait staff but not the “Pitmaster.”
You can tip your “Pitmaster” if you’d like. They have a “Tip Jar” sitting close by.
The whole meal, not including tip, came to about twenty-six dollars, and it was well worth it.
This life is hard—mine and yours.
Every now and then, you need to treat yourself to whatever it is that brings you happiness. One of those things for me is “Dreamland BBQ.”
You should try it.
