Since I was a little boy sitting in a Barbecue shack, linoleum tiles chipped and curling beneath my feet, each wall painted a different color, voices raised in a shout over the rapid fire chop, chop, chop of a cleaver on a wood block, I have loved barbecue.
No matter what country, state, county, parish, town or dirt road I\'m driving down, if I see a place that s.
Not just a sandwich or a stack of ribs, but the - run down your elbow, sop it off your plate with a piece of bread - Barbecue sauce.
Since I was a little boy sitting in a Barbecue shack, linoleum tiles chipped and curling beneath my feet, each wall painted a different color, voices raised in a shout over the rapid fire chop, chop, chop of a cleaver on a wood block, I have loved barbecue
