>>Interesting Lou,
>
> Thanks. Most people say I'm boring.

I think you're anything but boring and would like to meet you if you get to
the Houston area or I get to Chicago!

>>Happen to recall where in Texas you were?
>
> Houston. Aren't you in Sugarville? I get confused where everyone is.

I'm in Pearland (pronounced Pear-Land, not Pier-Land as so many people say).
It's about halfway between Houston and Galveston.

>
>> I don't recall ever seeing it served that way here.
>
> I think you were the one I told I was confused the whole time the
> several times I was there.

Yep. It's confusing even for the initiated. Let a GPS guide you if there
is a next time visit. We find ours invaluable.
>
> This place was either on the edge of the city or close to the city
> line. If it was here it would have been the far west suburbs. There
> was an old camper that had been gutted and reto-fitted with a kitchen
> (sorta) and a 250+ gallon (appx) tank was built into the back for the
> smoker. It was a husband and wife team who ran this thing. He stayed
> outside and fed the fire through an offset firebox, and she ran the
> kitchen. His main job was to drink lots of beer. We ordered through
> a makeshift window in the camper. They made their living by moving
> this rig around to whatever events you have down there, but parked it
> on the property of a pretty cool bar when they didn't have anything
> else going on. I remember we had to drive down a gravel road to get
> to it. I was clueless, so my host ordered a six pack and some ribs.
> While we were waiting we walked to the bar and grabbed beers and took
> them back to the plastic tables and chairs they had set up on the
> lawn. You could hear the "team" screaming at each other about his
> drinking and him trying to justify his existence because he kept the
> fire going. Meanwhile, he was drinking like a fish, and hitting on
> women half the size and age of his wife. About the time we finished
> our beers, our order was called and we left our plastic chairs to
> claim our food to take home. We could have ate in the elegant
> surroundings, but we had more people to feed at home. I had no idea
> what was in the bags we had, but it sure smelled good.
>
> When we got back I learned a "6 pack" was 6 cheap buns with enough
> pulled pork and slaw for sandwiches. There was also a container of
> vinegar based Q sauce. I don't remember what else there was other
> than ribs because it was a long time ago.
>
> The next time I was down there I requested another visit, but when we
> got there everything was gone except the bar. We were told the camper
> had retired. <shrug>
>
> I remember pickup trucks in parking lots and on the side of the roads
> with 55 gallon home made smokers in the back with guys cooking. They
> had a sign to sell whatever they were making.

Sounds (maybe) like that could have been in the Richmond/Rosenburg area.

>
> Nothing like this could ever happen in Chicago. I was hooked, and
> learned how to make that pork myself. Christine seems to have had a
> fabulous first run with her pulled pork endeavor, but it took me a few
> times. But that was before Al Gore invented the internet.

We really need to try pulled pork ourselves! Should work really well with a
Big Green Egg! I meant to write to Christine about the splendid job she
did.
>
> Thanks for listening,
>
> Lou

No problem!

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Chris