After entering the Buford Highway that rings mid-town Atlanta, we took the next exit. We thought that we were lost when, again, lo and behold, Fat Matt's Rib Shack magically appeared before us. Steve and I split and full rack of ribs and one potato salad. These ribs were even better than The Fiddlin Pigs' ribs were. Only the bones remain. That is how tender the ribs were. The BBQ sauce was incredible. Unfortunately, they do not sell bottles of it.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
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