My dad was a KC cop for 25 years and tells great stories about stopping in to the original Arthur Bryant's which was on his beat and ordering a sandwich. The cooks would grab an "ungloved" handful of brisket, slap it on a slice of white bread, reach down and pet the dog that was always a fixture in the kitchen, slap the other slice of white bread on the sandwich, then press it all together and present it complete with sooty fingerprints to the ordering party.

Now that was home cook'n!

As a 43 year resident of KC...I prefer Gates.