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Memphis--Tango and Murf's World Championship Barbecue.

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Memphis--Tango and Murf's World Championship Barbecue.

Randal Cooper | Jul 1, 2006 09:05 PM

On my way down Austin Peay every morning heading to work I've passed a building that had been labelled "Cigs and Suds," but now has several signs out front on an airstream trailer and a rolling competition pit that read, "Tango and Murf's World Championship Barbecue." Today for lunch I stopped in to get a sandwich.

Not bad--the barbecue & sauce combination for the sandwich is somewhat reminiscent of A&R, somewhat reminiscent of Tops. The bun could stand to be warmed a little, and the slaw comes from a big ol' container that might have come from the Wal-Mart deli section, but it's still a servicable sandwich.

Beans appeared to be of the canned+barbecue added variety, which is better than the canned+nothing you can occasionally get elsewhere in town. While sitting there, either Tango or Murf or an imposter carried in two slabs of ribs from out front, where I presume everything's cooked. The ribs looked pretty good, and seemed to be reasonably priced.

They had barbecue pizza sitting in a little heated twirling pizza thing available for purchase that also looked pretty good, and I understand that they do catfish on Friday and Saturday nights. Sauce and rub are available for purchase.

To get there, go out Austin Peay headed north from 240. Note that practically everything in Raleigh Springs Mall is gone. Go past Methodist North, and Austin Peay will become two lanes and the speed limit will go up to 55. Tango and Murf's will be on your left before you get to the next traffic light.

A friend of mine called me as I was leaving and told me that he'd signed me up for a new cooking show where Bobby Flay would show up at your house and cook your favorite dish better than you can in a mano-a-mano show down. I don't see exactly how fried chicken and mashed potatoes would be greatly improved by the addition of chipotle butter, and I'd have to replenish my stock of band-aids lest Mr. Flay slice a finger off in the kitchen, but otherwise bring it on.

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