Hi,
The day after Christmas, I went to dinner with friends from Huntsville, Alabama who took me to my first barbeque shack a long time ago. I recall it was a simple white-washed wood building in the country with a smoker perfuming the area with smoldering hickory. I still remember the experience, though I would love to revive my recollections of the food which have long faded.
Dinner was selected from the telephone book with three options all unknown. I championed Brothers' Ribs "Winner of over 40 national rib fests!" largely out of curiosity. Since nobody was enthusiastic about the other choices, then Brothers' Ribs by default was our destination. There was also a bit of inertia whether to eat there or take-out, so we all went with a final decision to be made later. Yes, a democratic approach to dining can be pretty ackward. Before we walked into Brothers' Ribs, my friends noticing the absence of a liquor license declared dinner would be take-out because they wanted a beer.
While everyone is perusing the menu, I am inquiring what type of smoker they use. This sent the counter guys back to the kitchen for a consultation to return with the information: Southern Pride using hickory chips. Either they had an efficient air scrubber or there is a scant use of hickory, because there was absolutely no hickory perfume inside or outside of this establishment.
We ordered the 'Little Brother Feast,' which came with 1 slab, 1/2 chicken, 1/2 pound of brisket, 1/2 pound of pulled pork, beans, slaw, Texas toast and an option of Eli's Cheesecake or potatoes. Loaded with desserts at home, we opted for seasoned steak fries for a grand total of $36.
When we got home, everyone was pretty hungry digging quickly into the feast. Almost everyone is making happy humming noises while I quietly inspected and tasted. There came a moment, when they stopped and inquired for my 'expert' opinion. Believe me, I don't sell myself as an expert, though I will lay claim to an enthusiastic interest in food. Unfortunately I wasn't very enthusiastic about this food, which can sometimes present a problem when everyone else is at the very least satisfied. I attempted to deflect the question by asking them about their opinion instead, but the conversation wasn't budging until I apprised them of my opinion. I settled on the truth: it wasn't very good.
My observation about the lack of hickory perfume was on track because the food lacked evidence of ever meeting smoldering hickory. The ribs were wrapped in foil, which steamed them to fall off the bone meat jello. Fortunately I had remembered to ask for sauce on the side, which allowed a visual inspection of the grayish meat. Cutting into the ribs there was no evidence of a smoke ring. Both the pulled pork and brisket had neither any smoke ring or bark, they seemed to be pulled straight from a braising pot instead of a smoker. Perhaps the best of the lot was the chicken, which wasn't overcooked. This is one of those cases where the sauce hides the flaws and could perhaps suggest to someone it was a better product than it really was.
The very next day I took some friends to Smoque for lunch to recalibrate my BBQ sensibilities. Often after a meal of smoked foods, I will every so often belch launching a bit of hickory scent to revisit. This cause and effect was absolutely missing from my meal at Brothers' BBQ.
This was definitely a meal where the company outshined the food. No competition.
Brothers' Ribs
1565 South Lake Street
(Jewel shopping center at routes 45 and 60)
Mundelein, IL 60060
Tel: 847/949-RIBS (7427)
Regards,