While Franklin's has its attractions, the Mecca of real BBQ addicts involves a couple of days in Lockhart pigging out at the local temples.

...But then there are those of us whose lives have been spent on the back roads of the state, stopping at gravel parking lots and hand-painted signs in hopes of encountering Nirvana. Why, I've even been to joints where the cooks and diners argue over an ancient question, whether or not a "Shoulder Clod" may be preferable to brisket. Then there's that continuing debate as to whether "Sauce", especially the "Store Bought" sort, ought to be served at all. I do travel occasionally with "Purist Ideologues" for whom anything beyond drippings, stock and some seasoning remains heretical.