The place you mentioned on Clybourn is the Chicago rib shack of my dreams, called Edith’s Barbecue. An old friend took me there in the late 1970s. He’d park in the bus stop so Mama Edith could keep an eye on his car. The other white people grabbed their ribs and ran, but we knew that was no way to treat a lady, and Mama Edith was just that. The ribs were always tender, with the right smoky taste. She brushed her sauce on just before serving. Carson’s always wanted to buy her sauce recipe after Chicago Magazine said it was the very best. Heaven… The fries were produced by some weird machine in which Mama Edith put this dried pellets, but they were delicious, and she’d bring us a fresh, hot refill of fries and more sauce. Once I told her "Mama Edith, white people have no business making ribs," to which she replied, "you got that right!" Mama Edith has gone on to her reward and the Barbecue is only a memory. My brother, who still lives in Rogers Park, takes me to Gale Street Inn (avoid the au gratin potatoes, they’re raw) after he said Biasetti’s went downhill. Carson’s is not my favorite. I lived in Evanston 4 years and never had ribs from Hecky’s that were fully cooked. Alas, Tony Roma’s are the best (?!) ribs I have found in SF.