Nestled deep in the hood of southwest Atlanta is a soul food shrine known just as well to the local brothas and sistas as it is to hordes of hungry rasslin fans around the world. Located in a former 7-11 on scenic Fairburn Road, this is none other than the gut busting, artery clogging, greasy finger lickin empire known as Abdullah The Butcher House of Ribs and Chinese Food. If you’re not too concerned about the possibility of getting jumped by marauding bands of thugs who congregate in the abandoned gas station parking lot across the street, then this eccentric eatery is well worth the trip to the city’s seedy outskirts.
Playing on the regional fervor for both mouth watering rib tips and greasy cantonese cuisine, the Butcher and company consistently turn out a menu that rivals ghetto smoke houses and roach infested chinese take out stands everywhere. They air commercials sometimes on the churchy channel and they’ll even do some catering if you if you like.
But just who is this Abdullah, you might ask? Only the baddest black man to have ever stepped inside of a professional wrestling ring. Weighing (or waddling) in at 360 Ibs, Abby the Butcher was often billed throughout his career as “the Madman of Sudan.” Amazing audiences with an act that resembled a meat-cleaving mongoloid from the Muslim world, he was most famous for digging a fork into the foreheads of his opponents. Inside of the restaurant, there are framed photos of him doing just that. I thought these made for a fantastic visual while gobbling down my rib dinner, complete with side helpings of collard greens and mac and cheese.
Even my friend Jenny (who is so cool, I often forget she is a vegetarian) had to sample the goods in the Butcher’s bloody buffet. Though she recalls that the ribs she ate were coated in fat, she did comment that the sauce was “very delicious.”
“I tried to order the chitterlings,” she remembers, “but I was disappointed to learn that they were all out.”
All missing chitterlings aside though, there is much to enjoy in Abby’s place. Most notably the portrait of him, which hangs in the grand style of a Middle Eastern dictator behind the counter.
Not to mention, the scores of 8X10 autographed photos from his many friends in the wrestling industry. These are the pictures that cover just about every inch of wall space. Among them, I happened to notice the face of my favorite anti-drinking activist and library book enthusiast, none other than The Great Ox Baker.
Unfortunately, while Abdullah was not there to greet us personally during our visit, we hear that he is often known to lounge in his eatery, and is more than happy to amuse visitors by placing quarters in his forehead, where the scars are deep enough to accommodate spare change.
Such experiences are hard to come by at places where healthy food is served. Consider forsaking your organic panini bread sandwich for a day and paying this place a visit.