Since my better half takes lots of notes for this blog but never posts I will take the initiative.
This is a story of culinary blessings in disguise. Last Saturday we had planned a well-deserved dinner at our old favorite, Memphis Roadhouse in South Attleboro. I say "our favorite" but I will freely admit it's been a long time since the last time we were there (we used to go there very frequently -- I'm embarrassed to admit that it was frequently enough for us to be on a first-name basis with the bartender). Anyway, we've been dining out less frequently of late, so this trip to Memphis was highly anticipated by all of us. Sadly, as we approached the restaurant we experienced the slow dawning of comprehension that it had closed (For Sale sign... darkened windows... chained-off parking lot). We pulled over for a quick revamping of dinner plans and decided to check out a place we recently saw on The Phantom Gourmet -- LJ's BBQ. It's a little over 6 miles away from Memphis Roadhouse but the way we drove there it felt more like 600 (we got very lost). After giving in and calling, we finally made it there, and thank goodness we did. LJ's. Is. AMAZING. Everything we had was flawless -- from the St. Louis ribs to the kids' grilled cheese to the Sweet Potato Pie. The husband had the Flying Dog IPA and then switched to what I was having (the always delectable Dogfish Head 60 Minute IPA) for his second. The next day we were plotting what we would order on our next visit -- the fried calamari awaits!
