Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Outback Steak House Baby Back Ribs

I walked into Outback that day with only one thing on my mind, Giving my good old dog a proper send off in his last week of life. For that I needed rib bones because old Gus could crush them in his teeth like they were baked Lay’s.

As ribs go these were ribs. Messy, get stuck in your teeth, fall apart ribs.  The only thing I can say is they needed to give you bigger napkins but then this is a steak house and they only sell ribs because everyone does.