Poopy's

Did I say Poopy's? Freudian slip. The restaurant being reviewed her is PAPPY's. Pappy's Smokehouse. There is ABSOLUTELY NOTHING AT THIS BARBEQUE SPOT THAT MAKES YOU POOP. Pappy specializes in "Memphis Style BBQ," which after taking a blogspot Wiki break, learned that is involves ribs and some sauce (leaning toward the sweet). Apparently, at sometime (and currently, according to Wikipedia) there is this phenomenon known as "St Louis Style BBQ." My question to you is: if there is St Louis style BBQ, why would this uber-popular place call itself Memphis style? Ponder that one for awhile.

Rumor and Travel Channel proof demonstrates the popularity of this place, which "sells out before they even open" or something like that. They have ribs, pulled pork, brisket, and pulled chicken (this is what's left at 5 PM-who the hell eats this at a BBQ joint?) They received a timely opening-year boost from Man vs. Food on the Travel Channel, they now offer the ridiculous Adam Bomb, which is a 6-pound medley of pulled pork, beef brisket, chicken, loin ribs, and four sides with a frito pie. Adam didn't actually eat this-he had some Crown Candy regurgitation to unveil- but looking around at our 10:57 AM fellow patrons, they have.

Foregoing the Adam Bomb for something more economical (38 bucks vs. 12) we opted to split a platter with pulled pork (his fav) and brisket (my fav). Sweet potato fries, with cinnamon sugar and baked beans rounded out a perfectly portioned meal for two. For 16 bucks. This is less than Bread Company. They offer three bbq sauces, of which the original was my fav for the meat, but the sweet baby pairs interestingly with the sweet potato fries dipped into it.

Go early, go often. They do sell out. It's all right to take the early bird special of not having to wait for a table.

www.pappyssmokehouse.com