Sometimes all it takes is the smell of barbecue drifting across a parking lot to make me change my plans. That happens to me a lot in Arkansas.
I might be heading somewhere else entirely, then suddenly I’m pulling over because a smoker is sending out the kind of aroma you just can’t ignore. I’ve spent plenty of weekends driving around the state just to eat.
I’ve chased great catfish, ribs, fried chicken, and the kind of sides that cover the whole table. Southern cooking here isn’t rushed or complicated…