I phoned George's Rib House Saturday(11/24/12) to make sure they were open, because it is a somewhat long drive to George's and I was not entirely eager to do all of that driving on a cold night, where the temperature in Chicagoland was right around the freezing point. It is always late evening before I will even consider buying barbecue, anyway, because I, one, try to reduce the chance that I might get reheated barbecue that did not sell the previous night and, two, I have always felt the best possible barbecue comes from a pit(cooker) that has been on for many hours, resulting in a thorough heating of the entire system, including, crucially, the air above the actual cooking surface.
So, the telephone rang a good number of times until, finally, someone answered. I asked until what time they would be open and George, I know his voice, said they would probably only be there until about 1am, "because it's the holiday, it's slow, but then I got a lot of people calling". I hung up the telephone and, then, woke up at about 11pm. Well, you would be unlikely to catch me driving anywhere after about 10pm, and Saturday night was no exception; so, there was no George's barbecue for me Saturday. After calling again, 2 days later on Monday(11/26/12) evening, to make sure they were open I was off to get my food.
I walked in, stepped up to the window, and was greeted by George, before he took my order(rib tips) and told his employee to get my "large tip". There were no other customers in the restaurant when I arrived and, as I remember him having a tendency to do in the past, George took the opportunity to start a conversation with me since no one else was waiting. He started talking, fondly, of old times and said we do not really get a lot of snow anymore, we might get some snow sporadically and that's about it. I said, "I can remember many years ago when we really had marked seasons in Chicago"; I told George I remember a huge snow storm we had in the 80's and mentioned specific kinds of cars that I remember pushing to get them unstuck. George responded and I kind of wished, as his employee approached the window with my rib tips, that it would have taken more than those few minutes to prepare my order, because I would not have minded talking to George a bit longer. The employee stressed that I needed to keep the bag with my food in it level and I told George to have a good Christmas and Happy New year as I walked the few paces toward the door.
After I was in my car I carefully placed the bag with my food in it inside 3 larger plastic bags and tied them shut, in order to prevent any sauce that might leak from staining the interior of my car. From past experience I know that, occasionally, George's will add so much sauce that it will spill and soak through the bag. As I grabbed my camera and, then, stepped back out of my car to take pictures of George's Rib House 2 more cars(customers) entered the parking lot. One of the cars stopped in front of me and a lady asked if George's was open; I said, "Yes Mam, they are open", waited for the car to move after she exited the passenger side, waited for her to get inside the restaurant, and snapped my pictures.
George's Rib House



