A few months ago, Kensington and I took a big risk. We were on an adventure down off US 1 to meet up with some Cubans who deal in various items labelled as contraband by some (all) people, and meet up with some wild Colombian women.
Anyway, back on point.
We got near Gainesville, and having been on the road for several hours, we were hungry. We figured we had rode far enough through the wiregrass of north central Florida, plus we figured all the truck stop women we had seen would make the Florida Co-Eds pretty (come to find out the Co-Eds were the truck stop women…). Kensington had done his homework, and thought this Adam’s was the place.
One thing of note- Adam’s has two locations, both on 13th St, which can lead to confusion. We chose the one near the UF campus, deep behind enemy lines.
The inside of the joint is about as close to the pits of hell as I hope to ever get. For example, scenes from all of the games of the 1984 gata schedule are painted on the ceiling. Typical jean-short wearing clientele, not dignified enough to walk on sawdust. We noticed we were getting funny looks, I looked at my shirt and noticed a proud bulldog on my left chest and power G’s on my belt. Suck it Florida.
We each ordered the combo plate. Kensington chose ribs and pork, and I took the ribs and chicken.
Despite these peoples poor life choices, hair gel, and double-first-cousin spouses, the rascals can cook some ribs. Not too sweet, meaty, and with a nice char. The flavor was great, and definitely does not need sauce, mostly because the sauce is God awful – it’s called vinegar…look it up. I was so blown away that everything I ate for the next two days was sub par.
Next time you are stuck behind enemy lines, give Adam’s Ribs a try. It’ll give you the strength to get back to Georgia.
I’m always impressed with Florida alums.