We almost didn’t go to Owensboro. We were already in Paducah, KY—so it would have been a hell of a lot easier and more convenient just to head over to Carbondale, IL and dine at the (17th St Bar and Grill). Then head north straight up I-57 back into Chicago. Surely we would have had a fine BBQ meal in the hands of the Legend, Mike Mills. But, for whatever reason, we turned the car around and backtracked 150 miles just in time to have supper at the
Shady Rest in Owensboro.
“Y’all back on another one of those road trips?” We were greeted like strange old friends—curious Yanks with good taste in BBQ. I’m always surprised that they remember us, figuring it’s usually years between visits. This is the type of place that the locals go to and is the least touristy out of all the already not so touristy Owensboro BBQ joints (except, of course, Moonlite BBQ).
When we arrived it was dark so we didn’t notice the For Sale signs plastered all over the building. So we dined happily. Comfortable in our ignorance we ate expertly smoked ribs and pork shoulder. Accompanied by mashed potatoes, mac-n-cheese, gray green beans, coleslaw, and burgoo—the smoked meats were as we had remembered them, except better.
Better, I think because, since our last visit, we have become better home BBQ’ers, eaten in such hallowed halls as Black’s, Central Market in Luling, Smitty’s, as well as Carolina institutions like Allen & Son. And so with all that new experience in tow, you hope that your memories of greatness hold up, but it is easy to be skeptical. So when I took my first bite, I knew that I had nothing to worry about. We had never had the “sliced pork” before, usually opting for the spare ribs. Smoked Boston Butts are pulled into baseball sized hunks and drizzled with their pork dip. In my estimation this is how pork shoulder should be served up. The Pork Dip gets is name from the fact that this vinegar based dip receives a large amount of its flavor from pork drippings. The other glass bottles on the table contain ancient pieces of masking tape with faded print, “
mutton” and “
hot.” I’m still not sure what kind of animal drippings get mixed into the “
hot,” but I suspect it’s a little but of everything. All the dips come to your table warm and in varying shades of glistening murk. If Crayola made a crayon the color of this dip, it would be called “
Spiced Grease.” (Not unlike the dregs of LSC’s MaPo Tofu).
Knowing we’d be back in the morning for breakfast, we didn’t hurt ourselves eating, but surely had one of the most satisfying meals in a long while.
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The breakfast setup is buffet style. Homemade biscuits and gravy, meaty bacon, sausage, scrambled eggs, country ham, Johnny cakes with maple syrup, grits, muffins, etc. are all present. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s damn good.
On the way out we took the opportunity to talk to the co-owner Frank Cecil about the For Sale signs. Turns out, he’s just ready to retire. Simple’s that. While he was sawing through a rack of spare ribs for us, we asked him if he thought he’d still be here in the summer. And while no one knows for sure, he thought there’d be a pretty good chance.
The Saturday before the Fourth of July is Frank’s annual BBQ Church Picnic. It’s apparently quite the event in Owensboro—it’s when all of the BBQ mavens come out to show off. Frank loved the idea of a bunch of Chicago food whores coming down to check it out. Piggy and I are definitely going to try and make it down there for this, and we hope you’ll join us.