For great pulled pork and ribs, try the far, far, South Side, of Illinois.
17th Street Bar & Grill, Murphysboro Illinois is the single greatest BBQ restaurant in America.
On another board, I often sang the praises of this happy place, close to the Mississippi, the River Road, US51, and infamous, bucolic party school, SIU. My impressions were formed in 1999, a year when I was "on trial," as Chicago lawyers say, down there and ate at 17th Street maybe 30 times over 6 months. Since then, the proprieter, Mike Mills, opened some noteworthy restaurants in Las Vegas (I've seen short lists of Vegas restaurants where his Memphis Championship BBQ sits just below Lotus of Siam, but also have seen negative reviews suggesting that BBQ like this doesn't travel); he also has gotten NYC attention because Mills is Danny Meyer's BBQ muse. I wondered how the original corner bar/BBQ had suffered given these far-flung new pursuits for Mills, the 3-time Memphis in May winner.
Yesterday, finding myself in Mt. Vernon with a rental car and some time to kill, I decided to check back, knowing all too well that my fond memories were likely exaggerated and simplified, and that my BBQ palate was more mature, maybe jaded, having known in the interim some of the paradigm BBQ from Eastern Carolina, Memphis, Alabama, Texas and, yes, Chicago. I hoped for the best.
Here's what I found at the old, familiar place: pork shoulder that would make any pit master in Lexington or the Triangle proud and ribs that the best places in Memphis (or Tuscaloosa or Chicago) wish they could make. And the best BBQ beans you ever had. Same for the slaw.
The pork sandwich, 22 hours, shoulders and butts, was, dare I say, a little better than the one I had at Allen & Son's last year. Mostly, this had to do with the "brown" to "white" ratio. Allen & Son gave me fabulous white pork cotton candy. 17th Street provided the same, but with more skin and smoky surface trimmings incorporated. Like the great NC places, this was pulled, finely chopped, and then blended by somone who understands pork the way some Cubans understand tobacco and some Frenchmen understand grapes.
The ribs, served dry, were as good as ribs can be. Smoky but not too smoky. Like Memphis places, and Chicago places, 17th Street uses natural charcoal for heat and a moderate amount of wood (apple in this case). Like Memphis places, and generally unlike Chicago spots, 17th Street does a true "low and slow" with ribs, not going over 225 and keeping them on for 5 hours or more. A very high quality pork, too, it seemed.
A pleasanter place you will not find. Decent beer on tap, too. And the kitchen is up to the BBQ. Superior fried catfish and bluegill, good burgers, good salads, even.
This is one of those places that everyone knows about, but few have visited. Granted, it's not so convenient unless you happen to be deep in Southern Illinois. But if you are, you must make time and go. It's about 25 miles west of Exit 54 on I57. Carbondale and Murphysboro are contiguous and have interesting, little old downtowns. The train pulls right into Carbondale.
I should note that 17th Street is not completely alone in terms of good eats, though it is probably the only "destination" spot in the area. Pork BBQ is a way of life down there, with good to very good options being Pulley's in Marion (love the small, cheap pork sandwiches with a leaner, drier, sliced pork served on a bun with mustard/slaw/relish spread and great home made pies), Larry's in Carbondale (ok cue, great catfish), and various branches of Triple E (decent ribs, more charred like you get in Chicago). All have little old smokers out back and a pile of wood. No modern gas fired smokers, no cooking in the oven, and surely no boiling.
Carbondale, the college town that it is, has some interesting options for this rather poor, rural and isolated part of the country, including surprisingly decent Indian, Chinese, and Middle Eastern.
Oh, yeah, a new 17th Street is set to open this fall in Marion, just off of 57 next to the new Fairfield Inn, if you don't have an hour to spend going back and forth to Murphysboro. I'd still try to make it to the original.