Our directions took us to a place called Bill’s Grill, a few miles outside of town. We were disappointed to see that there was no BBQ on the menu. We asked the friendly old man behind the counter, presumably Bill, if he had any and he said “you must be trying to go to Bill’s Barbecue. They’re the barbecue folks, we’re just a country kitchen.” He then proceeded to describe how to get there, adding “it’s a big outfit, you can’t miss it.” This turned out to be the understatement of the day.