Bethany Blues: A northern delight
Have you ever been eating and realized in the middle of a bite that you simply can no longer fit any more food in your stomach? That's how I felt halfway through my rack of ribs at Bethany Blues in Bethany Beach, Del.
It was that I'm-so-full-but-the-food-is-too-good-not-to-finish kind of a feeling. It was that point in the meal where swallowing would mean a ruptured stomach and a hospital visit. As I've said before, I'm not a big fat slob (actually, I'm underweight for my height), but I just got carried away with the ridiculously good food that night.
Just north of the main drag in Bethany, this big rib house is one of the noisiest spots in the Quiet Resorts. The wait times are often long (call ahead, dummy!), but the anticipation is worth every second.
What precisely was it that filled me to the bursting point? We started with eight Jack Daniels chicken wings. The Pigs on the Wing caught my attention on the menu, but I was planning on ribs for dinner, and two portions of pigs would make me awfully swine-filled. The wings were excellent, but I like mine swimming in sauce, which these definitely were not.
Not quite the rib aficionado as the guys in the booth next to me, I didn't know the difference between St. Louis and baby back ribs. It turns out that St. Louis ribs have more meat on them and are cooked a little different. I went with the Missouri-inspired recipe and felt bold enough to order a full rack. Bad decision. It came with two sides, and I got the garlic mashed potatoes and the macaroni and cheese. (Note: I don't like pasta, but was prodded into the mac 'n cheese. Thanks, Caroline. Good decision.)
Good lord was it delicious. I was so caught up in the food that I didn't realize how full I was. I must have looked like I was dying because my server's eyes grew wide as she walked by and she asked if I was OK. I felt so sick that I actually felt good. I sat there motionless for about five minutes before I realized that my parking meter was about to expire, so I ran out and added a few quarters to the machine. The walk failed to resettle the contents of my stomach, so I ended up taking half a rack of ribs home for lunch the next day. The server didn't even need to ask if I wanted to see the dessert menu.
At the end of each table is a trio of barbecue sauces. I only tried the smoky BBQ and the spicy varieties, and they were very good when mixed together.
Bethany Blues prides itself on the manner of cooking their ribs. They smoke them using only wood fire, never with gas or electric heat. They claim that this gives the meat a full flavor and a beautiful pink color inside.
If you're lucky enough to find a parking spot nearby, drop a few quarters in the meter and stop by Bethany Blues. Make sure you park in a legal spot though, and definitely don't leave a car with a bike rack on the back in a compact-sized spot. Learned that one the tough way, thanks to a $20 ticket from the Town of Bethany Beach.



