PaPi'S BbQ

I know that I just wrote a blog about how its fall, and pumpkin spice rejoicing, etc etc. This past Thursday when it was still summer my lady friend and I decided on a whim to make a trip to what I think is the best barbecue I have ever had. The establishment serving said barbecue is called Papi's, which is located in the city right between Saint Louis University and Harris Stowe respectively. It is barbecue done right, done perfectly every time. Now the location is relevant not only for those who may want to go out and try it for themselves, but because I live nowhere near the city. In fact I am probably almost a solid hour depending on traffic from before mentioned hustle and bustle. So to make this long of a trek for food is ludicrous. Unless we are talking about Papi's, where the ribs are so stinking good that they do not need to be smothered in sauce, and of course that is exactly what I got when we finally arrived, with a side of sweet potato fries, potato salad (double starch? YOU BET) and of course a quarter pound addition of burnt ends (don't know what those are?! That's a blog for another day). The only problem with all the food being so good is how fast you accidentally inhale it. When you get down to that last bite and stare longingly at it wondering where the rest of the food got away to you know that no matter rain or shine, hell or high water you will have to be back for more.