Now Barbeque came to us from the Caribbean state of Hispaniola, what is now Haiti. And more on that will be on this website (www.tatubbq.com)… Eventually. But the bottom line was the lack of electricity and refrigeration many years ago created a dilemma for people, the solution to this dilemma was a great idea, from the Caribbean to BBQ… And let’s not confuse a barbecue smoker with grilling, barbecue is smoking. In the Caribbean, they smoked on what was called a boucan, hence my nickname…hehe. If you hunt around enough in Jamaica you can still find this traditional style of smoking… But I digress, but not too far. Just like in the Caribbean some of the best barbecue joints in America are just that, joints, small, modest, nothing too fancy and if you’re lucky there’s a place to sit down, if not you pull up a curb. And it will no doubt smell like you have been camping, which is always a good thing. So as you’re driving around the country and you see these little joints, shacks as they may be called, with a few motorized vehicles in front, stop in you’ll be pleasantly surprised! Whatever you do don’t stop into a place that is all modernized with propane lines going inside or with an “automatic” gas bbq where a push of the button does it all. Stick with the joints, the shacks, the ones with the wood piles out back, or sacks of wood pellets for their grills. You’ll never be disappointed, because it’s hard to make a living serving barbecue and most people I know that do it don’t do it for the money but they do it for the love…