Word: bbq
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Nothing says Boston like some good, down-home, southern BBQ. Well, maybe not. But that’s just one more thing that makes Redbones, a Davis Square BBQ joint, a gastronomical must-visit for the Harvard student sick of pizza and bad Asian food. Just two T-stops away, the FM crew, armed with Polo horses and significant others, experienced the friendly and tasty service of the restaurant owned by the mother of a Bates graduate (if you can believe...
...baby coveralls that hung from the walls and ceiling of the entrance and brightly decorated upstairs dining room. Taking the advice of a certain Harvard graduate and potential welfare recipient, we headed to the downstairs dining room, where we found ourselves surrounded by black walls with silly, unrelated-to-BBQ, cartoon-like paintings executed in neon colors: A dog with a martini glass talking on his cell phone on the beach? No way! Above us, on the ceiling, were neon green, yellow, orange and red bottles signed by different people. Patrons or employees, perhaps...
...waiter’s friendly service continued throughout dinner, which was quite an indulgent affair. Redbones’s extensive menu offers five kinds of ribs (Texas style, Arkansas, St. Louis style, Memphis, and Baby back), brisket, pulled chicken, corn pudding, hush puppies, pecan pie, and all that BBQ fare. With your ribs, you get beans, cole slaw and a choice of sauces. For those who are not quite BBQ connoisseurs, the sweet sauce combined with either the mild or the hot sauces is recommended. Also available are vinegar or the sweet, mild, and hot sauces by themselves...
...hands, laps and shirts. They could not, however, clean the I’m-so-full-I’m-going-to-explode feeling from our stomachs. Noticing the painfully full expressions on our faces, our waiter confessed that after working so long at Redbones, he had stopped eating BBQ completely...
Federal prosecutors went after BBQ, a New Orleans dance-promotion company, because partyers who attended its legendary Big Easy raves often ended up in the emergency room with drug-related symptoms. The idea was to challenge BBQ under the Crack House Statute, a 1986 federal law making it illegal to maintain a property for the purpose of drug use; the law had never been used against rave or nightclub promoters. But a bizarre plea deal reached in the case last week will probably satisfy no one. The feds admitted they have no evidence that the company's managers were distributing...