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| - This is a difficult review to write because my server at Memphis Championship Barbecue (MCB) was just one of the nicest, sweetest people you'll ever have the privilege of meeting. But she was in no way responsible for the quality (or rather, complete lack thereof) of the food. For an appetizer, I tried the onion strings with "magic dust." The onion strings tasted like they were frozen food thrown into a deep fryer, and the magic dust tasted like, well, just dust. Guilty confession here, I have been known, at times, to secretly enjoy frozen food fresh out of the deep fryer. But only if the quality of the frozen food was decent, which was clearly not the case with these onion strings.
But you don't go to a BBQ joint for the appetizers and sides, you're looking to dig into the ribs, right? The MCB menu boasts that Mike Mills' ribs have won several prestigious BBQ competitions. If that's true, then there's no way Mike Mills still owns or operates MCB because any self-respecting BBQ judge would have spat out the ribs I was served. First of all, as one who grew up in Barbecue Country (Kansas City), I can spot barbecue fraud from a mile away. What's barbecue fraud, you ask? BBQ fraud is baked, as opposed to wood-smoked. You will never see a wisp of smoke coming out of Famous Dave's, Lucille's, or MCB. And if it ain't smoked, it ain't barbecue. By just baking the meat, you avoid all the grime, heat, and eye-burning smoke of wood-smoking. The problem is that the baked fraud stuff is mediocre at best (Lucille's, for example) and horrible at worst (MCB). The MCB ribs were fatty (the smoking, or baking, process should be long enough to render most of the fat out of the ribs), the dry rub had no discernible flavor, and the sauce tasted like the generic bottled variety. OMG, Worst. Ribs. Ever.
Because I have such a vicious sweet tooth, a half-decent dessert does much to wipe away the memory of a bad meal. If only the dessert at MCB were even half-decent. I would have settled for quarter-decent. I got the banana pudding, which tasted like an instant pudding mix. And not even a decent, name-brand instant pudding mix but some cheap, generic substitute. Blech! it was an awful way to end truly awful meal.
There are only three BBQ joints in Las Vegas that wood-smoke their meat: Top Notch, Rollin' Smoke, and Annie's Kitchen. I love both Top Notch and Rollin' Smoke, eat at both places often. Never tried Annie's, but I'll have to go sometime because I hear from a fellow BBQ-loving Kansas Citian that it's terrific. I wouldn't eat at MCB again if you paid me.
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