Just returned from my Kansas City bbq pilgrimage. My wife and I are two que-starved native New Yorkers and every year we try to visit a que hot spot. I'm not sure what to make of this odd city (where is everybody?) but we did enjoy the meat tremendously, much more so than in Memphis, our last year's trip.
We started at jack Stack at the freight house. Nice atmosphere but the much praised lamb ribs were far too fatty for our tastes and the burnt ends were just burnt. Loved the sides, however, to the extent that my wife got sick from gorging on the rich, creamy cheesy corn bake. That night we sought out the legendary Stroud's original location and were underwhelmed. The staff treated us like family for sure and I loved the cinnamon rolls but my wife, the fried chicken fan, swears she has had much better up here at soul food places in Harlem and Queens.
Determined to satisfy my cravings, we headed for Arthur Bryant's the next morning. Wow. The staff could be friendlier but how can you beat those tender, smoky ribs? The beef sandwich rocked too. So good I had to buy a t-shirt from the stone-faced counter girl just for the memories. A few years ago in New York we were fortunate enough to find ourselves eating dinner next to Ollie Gates and his wife at a restaurant in the World Trade Center. They were so nice that they sort of inspired this trip so of course we had to go to Gates'. Delicious sliced pork sandwich, warm sauces a real plus and the best potato salad I 've ever had.
On our final night we headed out to Overland park to 40 Sardines because I couldn't swallow another bite of smoked meat. Nice place and very good food but we weren't really into it. Is it us or is there something about bbq that limits you to one meal a day?
Thanks, KC, for a great time.