Caspers A Taste Of The South

Blubbery meat, flavorless BBQ sauce, argumentative owner. Blubbery meat, flavorless BBQ sauce, argumentative owner / cook, but at least the server was kind. We should’ve been put off by the toilet plungers (literally) they used to hold the paper towels, but we tried to

see past that as some twisted sense of southern charm.

The ribs were incredibly fatty and the sauce tasted like ketchup or at

best generic store-brand BBQ sauce. When we told our server that we

didn’t think we could eat the ribs, the owner came out and taught us what

ribs were “supposed” to be like. For some reason we allowed ourselves to

be persuaded and made another effort at digesting the oleaginous ribs, (I

am still nauseous just thinking about it).

Perhaps some people are able to swallow mouths full of lard to get at the

occasional bits of meat, but we were not. As a result we, trying very

hard to appreciate the “genuine southern ribs,” waded and chewed and dug

for the bits of meat in between the grease and blubber. My wife thought

it tasted like soap; it occurred to me that we could probably render it

and make soap.

The server tried very hard to accommodate us and was in the process of

getting us something else but after a second round of defensive bickering

and hand-waving from the owner we departed lest we lose our cool.

Props to the Tropigator (bottled) sauce. It made the otherwise bland

fried okra and fried green tomatoes palatable. Do yourself a favor and

steer clear of this joint.…