sometimes i drive all the way past madison to the intersection of 1-20 and highway 83. there is nothing there but an old gas station. there is an add-on on the side that sells the best bbq. it has no name. i asked the guy's name ( robert ) and told him his ribs are the best. all he said was ' i jes cook 'em slow.' there's nowhere to eat the ribs. not even a shade tree, so i had to sit in my air conditioned car and wolf them down. so tender you barely have to chew..mmm-mmm...
words and photographs by rebecca wood