The quest for perfect barbeque still incomplete, I headed over to My Brother's BBQ (21150 Ventura Blvd, Woodland Hills, west SF Valley, 240 or 150 bus -- the 740 express doesn't stop anywhere near it, phone 818 348 2020). You know you're getting close because they vent their barbeque smoke out toward the street. Excellent barbeque awaits, right?
Uh, well, no, at least not in my experience. For scientific purposes, I ordered the pork ribs. The phrase "pork ribs" seems to mean something different here than elsewhere, though. I don't know my porcine anatomy well enough to explain what I got, but they were small ribs in a single slab, with some sauce on them and a batch of sauce in a bowl at the side. The ribs themselves, being quite small, had very little meat on them. They were also heavily charred, which some people might like but I find, well, like I'm eating something that's been burned, not to mention the whole cancer side of it.
The sauce hits you with a sharp spiciness that seems quite promising at first, but once you start tasting it you realize that it's just spicy ketchup.
What you do get, tons of it, is starch. For your 11 bucks you get your tiny bit of burned meat and ketchup, plus you get more fries, beans, potatoes, and over-the-top garlic bread than you could possibly want. It really seems like one of those "stuff 'em with starch" type places that fools people who've never tasted good food. But I thought it was awful. Maybe there's something else they do well, but the basic formula just seemed like a ripoff to me.
For those as is curious, I have linked here to an earlier message where I tried to rank some of the barbeque places I've been. The best ones are a whole lot better.