My wife drug me to the Elton John concert in Memphis a couple months ago. (I know, I know. But she loves his old stuff and the club level box seats were a gift from her company.)
We ate at Pig on Beale street. I actually had to use a knife to cut the ribs and gnaw the meat off the bones. I was horrified. If the bone doesn't come out clean, the ribs don't come off my grill. And when I'm out selling, I turn away sales rather than sell something that isn't exactly right. My customers know this and that keeps them coming back.
Not sure what's worse: Elton John or Bad BBQ.