Dreamland BBQ

As I recall, the word Dreamland would cause many a college student in Tuscaloosa, Al to salivate. A small shack sat out beyond Interstate 59, to the left off US 82 in an area known as Jerusalem Heights. There John "Big Daddy" Bishop created what became a staple in the life of Tuscaloosans.

We went in, and willingly sat elbow to elbow. The people at the next table might pull for the opponent of the day, but that didn't matter. Going to Dreamland was like going to church. You put differences aside at the door because of your mutual respect for those ribs and white bread. 'Nana Pudding was pretty good, too.


Last week, I had the good fortune of walking into a building and smelling the same smell that I had come to love those years ago. I sat in the open dining room (not even close to being elbow to elbow). I made sure I got a table near "the pit".


Before long, my combo plate sat before me, with Ribs, Chicken, Slaw and Beans. I got my chicken "off the bone" so that I could easily slap some on my Sunbeam bread. The hot barbeque sauce was just hot enough to make my sinuses active. My slaw and beans were just right, but the thing that made me pull into the driveway was that first rib. I bit into the sweet sauce-covered meat and was transported back to Big Daddy's shack.


No skimpy, try to find the meat ribs here. I was not hungry for some time after that meal.

The next time you are in Roswell, give this place a try. You'll be glad you did.