I consider myself extremely fortunate among coastal dwellers, because this is the fifth time I have been privileged to eat at Arthur Bryant's in Kansas City, MO. (Calvin Trillin often calls this the single best restaurant on the planet.)
Not being a big brisket lover, and unable to eat ribs due to orthodontia; I opted for the burnt ends sandwich - and it was utterly spectacular. Smoky and sweet, with a crunchy richness and a lingering mildly hot finish.
Great people watching here - perhaps the most integrated place I've ever been in the Midwest.
(Ok, it's the only truly integrated place I've ever been in the midwest.)
Everyone is slightly hushed, as befits a temple; united in awed reverence for the piles of smoky perfection slathered in the incredible sauce, which Jane Stern calls "nearly a soul food curry." It's not a bad description.
The walls are lined with photos of celebrities and politicos eating with Arthur. (Curiously, they're all Democrats.) Hmmm.....
There's a photo of a bottle of his famous bbq sauce atop the actual south pole. There is also the famous cartoon of St Peter greeting Arthur at the pearly gates -
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The cartoon from the Kansas City Star that ran with his obituary always makes me want to burst into tears..
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