Barbecue. I’ve eaten at almost every barbecue joint in this damn city (and in the suburbs), and I just can’t find that perfect cue. Oh how I long for the days of Duke’s BBQ. I had another disappointing episode in my quest to find good barbecue last Thursday (pictured below). I’ve only found one decent bbq place in the metro area, but it’s distant, distant suburban location and it’s kind of cliche barbecue “dive” wannabe atmosphere detract from the goodness (although, it gets an extra point in my book because it serves PBR and Natty Boh in a can…most bbq places don’t serve booze).