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I assure you, the superlative is entirely necessary. I was in my usual lunch rush today and decided to answer my stomach's call for BBQ if, for no other reason, to make my use of the noon hour more expedient. I was on the south side of town and decided to head into Zesto.
Now, if you are a mid-Missouri native, what immediately leaps to mind when I say "Zesto" is a blue cartoon Zesto comin' atcha on the same sort of ice sheet Marvel comic hero Iceman would throw down in a battle with an intergalactic megalomanic and his robot army. Usually, in an attempt to leave very quickly. So, cold things- shakes, sorft-serve cones, root beer floats. And that is all well and good. But something loftier has been afoot exclusively at the south side location. Drive by the place with your windows down and you will no doubt smell their pit. Not their ARMpit, you; their BBQ pit.
I was in the mood for some smoked meats, so I drove through and ordered a pulled pork sandwich. What arrived through my window a few minutes later was nothing short of miraculous. When I opened the foil package, the smell hit my brain and set the dopamine level to 11. I asked for the mild sauce to go with, but the aroma made me wonder if it was really needed. It was not. I was treated to tender shreds of deliciousness with hints of a spicy rub and fire. It was perfectly seasoned, and that is not an exaggeration. I usually like sauce and pickle, if not some onion, with a big pile of smoky meat, but I desired none of that. It was perfect as it was, unadorned, and I am a little embarrassed to admit just how thoroughly I enjoyed it. It almost feels indecent.
Formerly it was my opinion that the best sandwich in Jefferson City, Missouri was the Sub Shop Veggie. And it still reigns as the best sub, in my opinion. See how I wiggled my way out of that? The new reigning champ, in my opinion, is South Side Zesto's pulled pork objet d'art... But maybe you disagree! I'm curious to hear what you think.
