SOMETIMES YOU JUST want to dig into a big ol’ rack of ribs, propriety be damned.
Meat sweats? Why, we welcome them.
These babies from My Meat Wagon, Smithfield
Mmf.
Bacon ribs from Gallagher’s Boxty House, Temple Bar
Yes, bacon ribs. BRB, dying.
This saucy rack from Bear, South William Street
Imagine the mess. Imagine the beautiful mess.
The ribs’n'rump from the Whitefriar Grill, Aungier Street
You know we’re focusing on those ribs though. DIRTY.
This juicy dish from Elephant & Castle, Temple Bar
Famed for their chicken wings, but you couldn’t say no to this, could you?
This fine display from Pitt Bros, Georges’ Street
We’re not crying. It’s just rain on our faces. Swear.
The pork ribs from 777, also on Georges’ Street
What heaven must look like.
These baby backs from The Butcher Grill, Ranelagh
Stop. Just stop.
This delicious rack from Bison Bar, Wellington Quay
*openly weeps*
