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| - I don't know why I had never written a review of this place. Lucille's is the place where I get my fix for a giant (full rack) BBQ pork ribs! I love them just the way they come out on the plate. I don't even to use those extra sauces on their table. Their St. Louis style BBQ beef ribs are awesome, too!
I took my old friend from San Francisco who was visiting Las Vegas over to Lucille's, and he was excited and even exceeded his expectations. The only place I remember which is comparable with Lucille's was "Bobby Rubino's Place for Ribs" which used to be right on the Fisherman's Warf waterfront in San Francisco. It actually used to be "DeMaggio's" owned by Joe DeMaggio until Bobby Rubino's came to town and bought the place. Now, I believe they changed hands with "Joe's Crab Shack." Any rate, Bobby Rubino's was my place for ribs when I lived there.
A few years back, I found Lucille's over in Henderson, Green Valley Ranch District and I was totally overjoyed!
I still have toss-ups between ordering pork ribs and beef ribs because they're both my favorites. I always order the onion straws for an appetizer, and that dipping sauce which tastes like aioli sauce with BBQ accent is absolutely out of this world.
Well, there was one thing out of the menu that I almost spitted out of my mouth when I bit into it and chewed on it.... My dear friend wanted to challenge something weird, and he ordered the fried pickles. I already knew what it was going to turn out to be. I just can't stand cooked pickles! Nope, not even cooked cucumbers! That is disgusting! It shot my mind back to the 90s, where a "Valley Girl (San Fernando Valley)" would say 'Grody to the max!!' or something like, 'Gag me with a spoon!' and that's exactly how I felt, sending shivers up my spine. I literally almost spit that awful thing full force right in my friend's face from my mental state of chaos and shock. He just ordered it as a conversation piece; but, it never made it to a conversation. He hated it, I hated it even before he ordered it, but never imagined a cooked pickle can be so disgusting. I could even gargle and wash it down with prune juice if I had to. I bet they put that on the menu for someone just like my friend who likes to play Russian Roulette with food.
Lucille's is always fun to go.
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