There it was-an unassuming little brick building tucked between a gas station and a feed store on the edge of Buckeye, Arizona.
If not for the line of trucks spilling out the parking lot and the sweet, smoky scent sneaking through my car vents, I might’ve missed Caldwell County BBQ altogether.
But something told me to pull over. Maybe it was fate. Or maybe it was just my stomach growling after three hours of desert highway…