Kim and I headed to St. Paul for the Rockin’ Ribfest which was held on Harriet Island.
The featured artist tonight was the ever so worthless Rick Springfield. Sad thing is that today when asked by my co-worker what I was doing tonight she almost wet herself with excitement over Mr. Douchebag himself.
Sorry, I’m Sahara dry over here…
Being that this is a ribfest we came to eat ribs so our first food stop was Pigfoot which claimed to be a multi-award winner at numerous ribfests all over the country throughout the years. Perhaps being a casual rib eater leaves me without a true understanding of how ribs should be but I was left completely unimpressed with Pigfoot’s ribs, sauces, and extras.
Not only were their ribs tough, fatty, and meatless, they were nearly tasteless. Their sauces were boring and predictable. Their baked beans might as well have come straight from a can and their cole slaw, while obviously not your standard cabbage, carrots, and runny sauce left me wanting more. Luckily their grilled chicken was moist and tender. If it wasn’t for the sauce, which I unknowingly slathered all over it before understanding the true suckage factor, would have been their sole acceptable item.
Our next stop was a drink. Their only soft drinks were imitation colas, lemon lime, and diet cola drinks by some name I can’t even remember three seconds after walking away. We decided to go with a large lemonade from Bob’s Lemonade. “Bob” spent quite a bit of time shaking the mixture of cavity creating liquid but I still ended up with sugar crystals itching the back of my throat. Better than nameless pop.
We finished up our eating at Cowboys Barbeque and Rib Company. Winners of quite a few State ribfest competitions and bold claims such as “1 Million People Can’t Be Wrong” and “So good you’ll moan”. We decided on their 1/2 slab which left us with enough for a desert item!
Kim, along with nearly every other person standing in the obnoxiously long and slow moving lines, chose this stand only because of the vast number of BBQ loving douchebags waiting their turn. We almost had to leave the line because of the sign at the front that read, “No cussin’, spittin’, or fartin’ in this line!” I was already two for three before I even saw the sign. I figured out that I best just toss some spit to make sure I wasn’t half-assing it. They had chosen to play some decent blues which was loud enough to drown out Rick Douchefield so it wasn’t all bad…
To be fair we only had ribs from this place so I am not able to compare their side items to Pigfoot. After the long line we were handed our ribs, no choice of sauce, and went to sit down to let the extremely hot food cool for a bit. Kim took the first taste. Her immediate reaction? A nasty grimmace. I could only agree. The ribs themselves were meatier but other than that they sucked.
In all honesty, as much as I despise chains, Famous Daves has these guys beat. I still believe that the best ribs in the world (along with BBQ sauce) is at the Montgomery Inn in the Cincinnati suburbs.
Overall we rate the Ribfest thumbs down. Don’t bother. If you are really looking for tasty ribs check out any of the numerous rib places around. They are a billion times better than what you could find on Harriet Island this weekend.
In my opinion, as with any food item, no matter how awful, it’s gotta be better than Divinci’s Pizza.
As a side note, the top people watching pwnage was the pink afro guy walking hand in hand with the girl dressed in a school girls outfit.
See all the pictures from today here.