Postcard from Tuscaloosa

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Anyone who has ever been to Tuscaloosa knows the highlight of the trip isn’t visiting the Bear Bryant Museum or tossing stones into the Black Warrior River.

It’s making that winding drive up Jug Factory Road, past Al’s Caskets and junkyards of abandoned school buses and tractor trailer rigs.

There, you find something that’s well, dreamy.

From the outside, Dreamland Bar-B-Que looks like a run-down shack, but inside you will find some of the most heavenly tasting, artery-clogging ribs this side of the Mason-Dixon line. Most locals order the half slab or the full slab of ribs, which is accompanied with a side order of tangy sauce and four slices of white bread.

The ribs themselves are coated with a sauce derived from the recipe of John “Big Daddy” Bishop in 1958. They are baked in a pot-bellied stove.

The place has a sports bar feel, with autographed pictures of Gene Stallings, Nick Saban and Mark Gottfried hanging on the walls.

I’d suggest a trip to Dreamland if you’re in Tuscaloosa, especially if you’re not a big fan of the Bear.