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.
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