Triple S BBQ helped me live out a life dream I didn’t know I had.
Apparently, there’s a part of me that had always wanted to eat that rack of giant brontosaurus ribs Fred gets delivered to his car at the end of “The Flintstones” intro.
That’s essentially what I got when I got an order of the “beef dino ribs” from this hidden gem BBQ joint just over the border from Rhode Island.
Here’s where I ran into an issue. The term “dino ribs” is an apt descriptor for what I ordered. The same cannot be said for what my receipt called a “mac & cheese bowl with pulled pork and burnt ends.”…