Jango's chopped shoulder meat is rich, tender, moist and smokily flavorful. In a large sandwich, slathered with his sauce, crowned with the excellent mustard-based cole slaw Jackson's wife, Cora, makes, the whole concept of Memphis barbecue and its individuality comes to life. Yet the surpassing tenderness of Jango's pork shoulder would be welcomed and eagerly devoured, I think, by any hungry diner. The ribs, on the other hand, are quite meaty and chewy, cooked to a nicely charred edge. They come by the slab and in the form of a sandwich, a local phenomenon I will admit never cottoning to, unless there's some secret to eating the thing that I haven't been told about.
Beans are also excellent.
Finally, don't miss Jango's Italian sausage sandwich, an item of such utter simplicity and complete spicy, meaty goodness that I felt privileged to eat it. This is gloriously messy food. The bread falls apart, sauce comes slithering off meat, cole slaw slides from under the bread. No amount of napkins can hope to contain the tides or wipe the stickiness from your fingers and chin, but if that's a concern, then you're not in the proper frame of mind to partake of this kind of food. Perhaps the ultimate achievement of this modest establishment is the friendly nature of its proprietors.