There’s something magical about discovering extraordinary food in ordinary places – those unassuming buildings where culinary miracles happen behind modest facades.
Indiana’s barbecue scene is hiding in plain sight, tucked away in strip malls, converted gas stations, and small-town storefronts where pitmasters work their low-and-slow alchemy without fanfare.
These are the places where napkins aren’t accessories but necessities, where the smell hits you before the door closes behind you, and where the phrase “I’ll just have a small portion” becomes the lie you tell yourself before ordering enough meat to feed a small militia…