Where to begin...
"Pulled Pork" sandwich: "Pulled" from the Manwich can, warmed enough to pass a Hennepin County inspection, then glopped on a plain, old bun. Oh yeah, a dollup of store bought cole slaw included as topping. Yuck.
Pork Ribs, "mild sauce": Sauce was mild alright. I'd say it only mildly qualified as "BBQ" sauce. I think a C-Span Senate Confirmation Marathon re-run would hold more intrigue than this sauce. Thin and runny, wouldn't even stick to the french fries (which were also bad).
As for the ribs, not one hint of seasoning. No salt. No nothing. In fact, I'm fairly certain they washed the rack with soap and water prior to cooking to be sure it was cleansed of any flavor.
Creatures that dwelled the earth during the ice age witnessed more smoke and flame than these ribs (and the creature meat was probably tastier). Joking aside, I think they were microwaved. A 50/50 split of tasteless fat to tasteless meat.
To be sure, on a zero degree day with -20 wind chill, there was not one bit of smoke/steam/evidence of cooking coming from the roof vents of the place.
If you're considering a meal here, run across the freeway to Arby's, roll up some roast beef, cram a rib bone in it, slather it in that Arby's Sauce and chow.
At least there would be SOME uniqueness to it.
Lou B's BBQ
78th and Portland Ave