We’re not fanatical about ribs, but we do indulge in the presence of quality. In BBQ-starved NE Connecticut, a beacon of hope opened last month in our town: No Name Café in Stafford Springs. Their menu claims that they regularly sell out of ribs, so we decided to take the challenge, and pictured above is our half-rack plate. The verdict: very gristly, very little meat, and the sauce wasn’t spicy enough for our tastes. The bland sides didn’t help, either. Yet people go crazy for them! Next time, we’ll stick with No Name’s wonderful steamed cheeseburgers and admirable pulled pork.