Or, Who Cares What the "Experts" Say? Real Eaters, Real Opinions . . .
The other two contenders? Jack Stack's and Q-39. The cold slaw came from Q39 cuz I like theirs best -- the apple adds a perfect touch.
How did I choose the three you ask? I started with Larry's love. Then, I had to choose somewhat by proximity to be perfectly honest and timing. Shelly and Larry needed to be here by 11 or so to get to their wedding by 4:30. But those two other 'ques are favs also of ours. Jack Stack's let me order with a person on the phone at 11:30 at night and told me I could pick it up at 10 a.m., before they opened. VERY accommodating. Kansas City Joe's also said come before they open at 10:45 . . . when it was already crowded, as it turned out, this Labor Day weekend.
I put each slab on a plate, numbered 1, 2 or 3. We had rectangular plates with instructions to place 1 to far left and you can probably guess the rest of the arrangement. So there were just ribs with their standard accompanying sauce and slaw on each plate. Oh, and some buttered thick toast, my culinary contribution to the whole thing. We each had a pen and a sticky note to write our very secret results on.
I will say that we first agreed all three were great! And it was very hard to choose.
Get to the point, Chris, for godssakes you say.
OK, here are the results of our blind tasting and their permutations:
Miraculously, all four of us voted for the same first place winner: ta da, drum roll, can I put this off any longer, no, it was: Q39.
But our second and third choices were basically a tie, with both Jack Stack and Kansas City Joe's getting the prize for second, depending on who voted. But what was interesting to us about this is that each couple voted (and this WAS a secret, hidden, you can't see mine vote) for the same restaurant for these two places.
Both of us couples have been married for a really (really, really) long time. Yes, to the same spouses. As we've aged together, have our taste buds joined together, too? Shelly and Larry's second favorite was Jack Stack's; Bill and I went with Kansas City Joe's.
Inquiring minds want to know: Does marriage make you have the same tastes, too? Yikes.