Chet The Dog

Max’s Memphis Ribs

We drove down Coronado, where Max’s Memphis Ribs is. “Hate Coronado,” Bernie said. Uh-oh. I’d heard this before. “Know what he did to the Indians? And that was just the start. Kit Carson wasn’t exactly lily-white in this area either – he was just such a stone killer at times.” Stone killer? We’d taken down more than one of those. Hey, Kit Carson – watch out. At that moment I picked up the first whiff of Max’s special sauce. When I came out of that, Bernie was saying, “…and what they did to Narbona? A sin, pure and simple.” I nudged over closer to him. He was upset about something, but I didn’t know what.

We parked in front of Max’s Memphis Ribs. Cleon Maxwell, the owner, saw us through the big glass door and gave us a big smile. The next thing I knew I was right at the door, nose pressed against the glass. The glass was getting all foggy, no idea why. The smells on the other side? Indescribable!

Tags: Kit Carson, Narbona, ribs

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