Look, I’m not saying Texans are going to storm the Minnesota border demanding we hand over our barbecue secrets, but after one bite of the brisket at Baker’s Ribs in Eden Prairie, you might want to start building diplomatic relations just in case.
Here’s the thing about barbecue in Minnesota: we’re not supposed to be good at it.
We’re the land of hotdish and lutefisk, where “spicy” sometimes means black pepper made an appearance, and our idea of outdoor cooking usually involves a grill that’s been buried under three feet of snow for six months.
But Baker’s Ribs didn’t get the memo about Minnesota’s supposed barbecue limitations…