Memphis doesn’t just do barbecue. Memphis is barbecue. And nowhere is that more obvious than in its ribs – dry, wet, smoky, saucy, bone-clinging or melting away. I walked into these joints the way Bourdain would: hungry, curious, a little cynical. What I found was a city that still worships the pig, and ribs that tell stories about family, time, and smoke.
9. Neely’s Interstate Bar-B-Que
Neely’s used to be one of…..