Five generations of Steinhoffs have eaten at this BBQ joint on the edge of Jackson, even though I joke that they’ve only used three hogs since the place opened in 1947.
I had let the dishes pile up in the sink for three days (four now), so I had to make the hard decision: clean up the kitchen or eat out.
Wib’s won. When I pulled into a corner parking space, I saw something that caused a quiver in the universe. They had changed their sign.
Grammarians would lose their appetite
Wib’s got away with their skimpy helpings of meat because serious grammarians would lose their appetite as soon as they saw a sign in front of the eatery that proclaimed:
CLOSED
SUNDAY’S
&
MONDAY’S
I could have sworn I had a picture of it, but we’ll have to make do with this one peeking around the corner. Click on it to make it larger.
The front has new blocks because a high school kid drove his car through the front of the building. I suspect that’ll be mentioned in his obit.
Now that the apostrophes have been put to rest and the place is safe for English teachers, I wonder if business will increase as much as the smoking ban helped the Pilot House?
Earlier Wib’s stories
- Five generation story
- No family trip to Cape would be complete without a stop at Wib’s
- Mother and company celebrated her 90th Birthday Season at Wib’s