There’s a place in Phoenix where people willingly stand in line under the Arizona sun, and no, they’re not waiting for concert tickets or the latest iPhone.
They’re waiting for brisket at Little Miss BBQ in Sunnyslope, and trust me, once you taste it, you’ll understand why heat stroke suddenly seems like a reasonable risk.
This isn’t some fancy steakhouse with valet parking and sommeliers discussing the notes of your cabernet.
This is a straightforward BBQ joint where the smoke does all the talking, and boy, does it have a lot to say…