Don’t you hate it when “real life” obligations get in the
way of something you love to do? So, I
apologize to my narrow band of followers for not blogging much recently and I hope
I haven’t lost any of you during the hiatus.
II guess I need to hit the road and seek out some new blog-worthy
adventures. For now, you’ll have to
settle for this post about Abe’s Bar-B-Q in Clarkdale, Miss., and why – after all
these years of seeking out great barbecue joints – Abe’s still holds the top
spot with my taste buds.
The recent inspiration for this post came from a conversation
I had with a friend last night who talked about taking a tour’ of all of the famous
barbecue joints in the United States. I immediately
started processing the list on the bottom of my blog, and the discussion
ultimately turned to Abe’s. I've been
fortunate enough to eat here at least a half-dozen times, and the experience
never wavers in quality. And fortunately,
when I ate here last summer with the young Curmudgeon, I finally captured took some
notes (mental and visual) of what makes Abe’s stand out to me.
The first is location.
Abe’s just isn't any restaurant in Clarksdale, Miss., which is ground
central for Delta blues music. Abe’s is situated
right off the famous “Crossroads” of where U.S. Highways 61 and 49 used to
meet. It’s the spot where, according to
legend, Robert Johnson sold his soul to the devil in exchange for his amazing
guitar skills.
After the Crossroads, the Abe’s has the second most recognizable
sign on the corner. If the seeing the
place doesn't lure you in, the scents of slow-cooked pit barbecue and steaming
hot tamales undoubtedly will.
Second, despite its fame, Abe’s is still very
unpretentious. It’s nothing fancy, but
you don’t want it to be. It’s still family owned and operated by
always-friendly people.
The counter takes you back in time, and the menu (except for
the prices, of course) looks like it hasn't changed in years.
And why would you want it to? All the classics you’d expect from a great
barbecue joint are right there.
That doesn't mean they don’t acknowledge their fame or
rightful place in culinary history. The walls
are adorned with photos and articles filled with accolades and celebrity
endorsements, as well as blues memorabilia.
The booths and tables are nothing fancy. Try to get one
closest to the counter, where you can peek in on the action, and the smells are
delightful.
And then, of course, there’s the barbecue itself. It’s hard for me to not order the barbecue
rib platter whenever I come here. With
the very first bite, you taste the six-hour, hickory pit-smoked labor of love
that goes into these ribs. The meat is
super tender, but still manages to mostly stick to the bone thanks to nice, chewy
crust formed on the outside from the rub.
Combine these flavors with Abe’s signature sauce, and every bite is barbecue
ecstasy.
As a side note, it’s usually unfair to say the sauce
matters with great barbecue, but Abe’s sauce may be the best I've ever
had. It’s a perfect blend of sweet, tangy
and tart. It’s a little thinner and less
sweet than the classic Memphis style sauces you’ll find an hour north from here. But, wow does it work! Do yourself a favor when you come here, and
buy a bottle to take home with you.
Back to the food, the sides are perfectly
acceptable. The slaw relies on vinegar and
pepper for its flavor – it’s not the best but it complements the flavor of the
meat and sauce quite well. The baked
beans are excellent and loaded with shreds of what must be the burnt ends left
over from chopping the meat.
And if you want a second opinion of how good the food is
here, just ask the Young Curmudgeon.
Or, our empty plates can tell you, too.
By the way, I found the prices at Abe’s last summer still
quite affordable, especially when compared to a lot of other well-known
barbecue joints that seem to be letting their fame dictate their price. You definitely won’t leave here feeling
cheated.
If you love barbecue, or if you love the blues, you've
probably already been here. And if you haven’t,
what are you waiting for? Put this on your
“must do” list if you’re ever in the Clarksdale, Miss., area.
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