BEST BARBECUE - 2000
Drive south on Minnehaha, drooling. Peel around the corner onto 38th Street, trembling. Pull up in front of Ted Cook's short of breath, heart pounding like a jittery drum. Cross the threshold into the fluorescent-lighted meat emporium. Do they have--are they out of--can I order--Yes, you're in luck. The angels of barbecue have smiled upon you. There's beef left. Moist, succulent beef. And collards too. Collect your booty. Retreat to the car and drip beef and sauce and pot liquor all over your lap. Heavenly, isn't it?