This week I visit
Smoking Joe's Bar-Be-Que, the new joint in the rehabbed Tudor Building in Downtown West.
The only good thing about being from a place without an iron-clad barbecue tradition to call its own -- two places, in my case: St. Louis is my home now, and I was born and raised in Baltimore, where we're too busy steaming crabs to figure out another way to smoke and sauce a pig -- is that you don't have to take a side in the classic 'cue arguments. Wet vs. dry? Beef vs. pork? Brisket vs. ribs?
Who cares? It's all good.
Check back late tomorrow to see what I think.