If the meat actually needs the sauce, there's a problem.
This is the maxim by which I judge all barbecue, and it's what I was thinking one hot afternoon when my daughter and I ventured into Sam & Dave's BBQ1 on Lower Roswell Road. I use the term "ventured" loosely, since it took a half a tank of gas and three road maps to get me there from Decatur by way of Kennesaw.
Right away, my daughter, who is 8, was intrigued by the red, white and blue painted pig out front.
"A red, white and blue painted pig is always a good sign," I told her.
"A good sign of what?" she asked.
"A good sign that the meat won't need any sauce," I responded.
