At my wedding, we had uppity food inside, and BBQ outside (for the kids).  When my brother-in-law heard about the BBQ, he got real giddy.

Several years later, I visited my sister and BIL in Texas.  Old BIL seemed a little angry about something.  What I called "BBQ" (hotdogs and hamburgers on a grill) had bothered him greatly.  In his eyes it was blasphemy.  That night BIL took me to a Texas style BBQ restaurant.  Holy crap.  That may have been the greatest meal I've ever eaten.  I know food.  Fifteen years of downtown Chicago living made me a food snob.

I had big plans for making my own southern BBQ.  So I bought a smoker.  After ruining several hundred dollars worth of meat, I'm hungry and broke.

Somewhat unrelated...If there are any teachers out there, here is something fun to try:  It only works if more than one third of your class is black.  In the middle of a lecture, stop for a moment, look at the kids, and say the word "chitlins".  A riot will ensue.  I stumbled upon this accidentally.  Over the years I repeated this experiment 10-15 times.  Same results every time.  Half the class be lovin' chitlins.  Half the class be hatin' chitlins.  Even the quietest kids will share their opinions with mind-boggling enthusiasm.  Be sure to try this towards the END OF CLASS.

One of the 3 dorks from ZZ Top recorded (fake?) radio ads for their favorite BBQ restaurant.  I have a hard time believing these were actually used...
Queen Bee BBQ - Original Spot
Queen Been BBQ - Mexican Menu