Growing up in Erie during the 80s and 90s the only exposure to BBQ I had either came as sauce slathered on chicken wings at the VFW or whatever overcooked, fall-off-the-b0ne mush steamed
Ahhhhh the smell of smokers firing up is in the air in Pittsburgh! I've had mine running all winter but that was more to annoy the everything-I-do hating neighbor. After spending the past