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| - The first time I ever went to Smoque N' Bones, I had just walked for about 3 hours with my girlfriend. We were starving, and the smell from the place with the giant open front window led us, entranced, right to its door.
As we sat down at the rustic bar, the place alight with activity and a loud but friendly buzz, we stared on as, before us, the talented staff began to assemble the next round of ribs, wings, and brisket.
I stared in awe at the craftsmanship as each carefully-procured and delicately-prepared morsel of meat was bathed before me in the glistening glory of the place's signature secret sauce -- a sauce so glorious that not even the place's delicious corn-bread or incredible fries can best it.
The owner caught my eye, seeing my mouth watering before him, and as he cut the ribs for a take-out order, he placed a piece in front of me, free of charge.
It was at that moment that I knew I was never going for backyard BBQ anywhere else again.
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