There’s never any barbecue like small-town barbecue. Without any pretension and without any pomposity, they’re usually hidden away, doing their saucy thing without the caustic eyes of city-folk who, many times, often feel like their district-approved rib-joints are tops and will vocally—irritatingly—let them know.
More power to you, I guess.
It’s something I thought about many times and was reiterated to me last weekend when I stopped at Cowpokes BBQ, 1106 W. Main in Prague. With a country-friendly frontage featuring steel-cut cowboys and black metal cowgirls, leaning on and line-dancing all across the roof, welcomes the locals on a regular basis; on this day, I found myself doing the two-step right along with them.