There’s a moment when you bite into perfectly smoked meat that time seems to stop – a fleeting second when your taste buds throw a tiny parade and your brain releases enough dopamine to make you temporarily forget about your mortgage payment.
That’s the everyday magic happening at Eli’s BBQ in Cincinnati’s Riverside neighborhood.
Let me tell you something about barbecue joints – they’re not supposed to be fancy.
The best ones look like they might have started as something else entirely – maybe a gas station, or someone’s grandma’s house…