There’s a scent that stops me in my tracks every time, and it has nothing to do with desert rain or blooming saguaros. It’s the sweet, hazy perfume of a smoker working its magic, a promise of smoky, melt-in-your-mouth goodness to come.
For the longest time, I’ll admit, I didn’t pair Arizona with world-class barbecue. I figured it was all about tacos and incredible sunsets.
But then I let my nose (and my stomach) lead the way, and I discovered a secret: this state knows its way around a brisket. After countless pounds of ribs, pulled pork, and sausage, I’ve rounded up the absolute must-visit spots…