Remembering Mr. Ribs Restaurant
Just down Hillsboro Street from the former N.C. Equipment Co. and its famous bulldozer sign is a nondescript little concrete block building where a succession of dive bars have occupied the space for decades. But in the late 1960s and early 1970s it was home to Mr. Ribs restaurant. They served ribs and steaks, baked potatoes and lettuce salads, and that was about it. In those days if you wanted a meat and potato meal you went to Mr. Ribs. At least that’s where my dad always took our family.
Back then several gas stations, garages, automotive supply stores, barbershops, laundries and like businesses occupied those two or three blocks of Hillsboro St. between the N.C. Equipment Co. and Fergussen’s Hardware.
Mr. Ribs was an unassuming place and was decked out in typical 1960s steakhouse décor: open kitchen with a blazing grill in the front window, red checkered vinyl table cloths and those ubiquitous netted red candle lamps. There was even a large fake stone gas log fireplace along one wall. As such, Mr. Ribs was an unpretentious, homey joint.
I guess my familiarity with the place was probably why I took a job in the kitchen there the last semester of my sophomore year at N.C. State. I was the dishwasher, and although that is a thankless job if there ever was one, for the most part I enjoyed my stint there. Most of the employees were fellow State students.
At that time I was a vegetarian, and the irony of working around all that meat was not lost on me. We employees were allowed one meal during our shift so I ended up eating a lot of baked potatoes, which I slathered with butter and sour cream. I even took home the unserved baked potatoes and made potato salad.
Every few weeks or so, a local state politico made an appearance with his entourage in tow. The only reason I remember this is because upon his departure he would always tip the kitchen staff. The tip was only a few bucks, but I did think that was a pretty classy gesture.
Besides me, the other employees on my shift included the night manager, the head cook, the assistant cook and maybe four waitresses. The manager pretty much hid out in the office doing the books and whatever else he did back there. It was the head cook who really ran the show at Mr Ribs. I remember one in particular who was a real tyrant—think soup nazi on Seinfeld and you get the picture.
This head cook was a graduate student at N.C. State and he made it very clear he hated working at Mr Ribs—and I don’t think he cared for his co-workers very much, either. He was always shouting and barking orders at the waitresses and he seemed to delight in making things as miserable for them as possible.
As anyone who has ever worked in the restaurant biz can tell you, things can get pretty hectic during peak hours. One night—and as it happened, it was my last night at mr. Ribs—the mean head cook was particularly rough on one of the more recent hires—Becky. Although she had worked there for only a couple weeks, we had become quite friendly.
I really don’t remember what started all the ruckus, but late in the evening he became enraged—and Becky was the target of his tirade. She was practically in tears when he shouted: “You’re fired!†The other waitress still on duty retorted: “You can’t fire her!†to which he shot back: “Well you are fired too!†I don’t know what got into me that night, but suddenly I found my mettle and told him: “If you fire them, then I quit!†The three of us threw down our aprons and headed for the door.
In the meantime the manager had heard all the commotion and came to the kitchen. He pleaded with us to stay, but by then we were at the point of no return. As I headed out the door I glanced back and saw the assistant cook looking on in disbelief. He was an inmate from the state pen on work release. He looked at me and said: “Hey man, I’m with ya. I’d leave too, but, you know…†I’ll never forget that.
Afterwards Becky and I walked up Hillsboro Street and stopped in at Red’s for a couple beers. As we sat there and cooled down some, we both realized how stupid walking out like that was. But by then there was no point in discussing it any more. And later, as it turned out, it ended up a pretty good night after all.
11/28/2008
Hey Raleigh Boy – I was a waitress at Mr. Ribs, apparently only a couple of years after you worked there. Check out my memories at this link, although the post is more about the people than the place:
http://allthingsarial.wordpress.com/2008/10/29/flashback-group-shot/
Thanks for reminding me about the baked potatoes. What vegetarian could survive on salad alone?
12/04/2008
Before it was Mr. Ribs, I believe that used to be “Jeff’s Burger House.” My neighbors owned it. Anyone else remember that?
02/14/2011
Hey, I was the assistant cook at that time out on work release. God does this bring back fond memories. I remember one time when the Chicago stockyards went on strike and we ran out of ribs on a Friday night. Being the jokester that I was I would answer the phone with a very business like,” Mr Ribless!”
08/18/2014
I am the owners son Bobby, dad goes by Bob Bell. He had great success in the restaurant buisness in the NCSU/ Cary rea Mr Ribs, Paco’s, Hofbrau. MR Ribs was by far the most succesfull, he had locations in Greenville NC, Rocky Mount NC and even Palm Beach Florida. The Rocky Mount location is still open but Dad gave it to a family friend (probably the guy barking orders, could have been Pat Crowley of “Crowleys” though. Who knows, maybe Raleigh will see another Mr Ribs (or food truck)in the yers to come!
05/06/2017
My name is Mark and I worked as a dishwasher, cook, assistant manager and eventually the manager from 1972 to 1975 of Mr Ribs. I worked with Eddie, Ariel, Becky and Raleigh boy. Mr Ribs was a fun place to work and play. David Thompson was going to State at this time so there was a lot of excitement at Mr. Ribs and definitely a lot of business especially after basketball and football games. Mr Ribs was right next to College Beverage where a lot of students bought their “adult beverage”. With Mr Ribs having a window in front of the grill we got a lot of looks from the students and we got to enjoy their antics as well. This was a great time, it was the seventies and a lot excitement from the NCSU National Champion basketball team. Being from a small town in WNC I was impressed when David Thompson, Tommy Burleson or another champion would come in. Small town hero worship I guess. The neatest thing was when myself and five of the employees and one of our best customers moved into an old farmhouse in Garner and promptly named our shared home “Free Spirit Farm”. This was the time when “The Walton’s” were on tv and the “Mother Earth News” was popular. We lived as Free Spiriters with no heat other than seasonal wood stoves we purchased at Whimpy Williams store on Highway 50 in Garner. We had an outhouse that we used for a few months till a couple of the talented roomates brought us indoor plumbing. It was a magical time with legendary 4th of July parties that were so large that 16 kegs of beer only lasted a several hours. What a wonderful time. Of all the residents of the farm all were successful in Life. I am proud to say I worked at Mr Ribs. Bob Bell was my boss and friend and was the guiding force behind Mr Ribs and one of the main reason for its success. Mr Ribs is gone now and they recently tore down the building and built apartments and retail on the spot. Thanks for letting me share this memory and thanks to Raliegh Boy for triggering this memory
11/09/2019
I was a waitress there in 1968 while at State, working with Bob Bell, and Pat Crowley and Jim Neener as managers. Remember “cut your own steak?”. I didn’t want to tell the customers my real name, so I told everyone to call me Scotty. Pat and Jim and I became good friends and Pat married my best friend from High School. I spilled coffee on Jesse Helms one afternoon when he came in with his tv station staff. There were some really good times there. The staff particularly was a good reason to work at Mr. Ribs. Thanks for the memories.
06/27/2020
Every time someone asks me where do I want to eat I still say Mr Ribs even tho it’s been 40 some years ago that I ate my last rib from there. I have tried over the years to make ribs like that but I have never been successful. I remember the Adam and Eve special for 2 people and it was a lot of pork ribs, salad and 2 baked potatoes and that was about as good as it gets to me. I miss that place…
01/15/2021
My husband and I went on our first date there in November of 1971. We celebrated our 45th wedding anniversary in October. We had Sirloin for Two. ❤️