BBQ, Barbecue, Que, Q -- whatever you call it, we, Dave and I, spend an inordinate amount of time seeking and savoring it. Que seems to be one of the common threads that weaves its way through our travels. We seek it out. We hunt it down. We go way out of our way because of the signs. It is the signs -- perched perilously on the sides of mountains and propped up in the middle of cornfields -- that draw us inextricably towards The Vortex of Barbecue.
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