The saddest time of the year is when the Closed sign goes up and I gaze into the distance as the truck hauls FLB away to be put into hibernation. Weeks go by, snow and ice come and go then finally, spring and I drive by FLBs tri-seasonal home watching expectantly for the gloriously emblazoned trailer not only promising amazing smoked BBQ but delivering! From the triple sliders oozing cheese, to the smoky sweet pulled pork piled high on the bun, topped with homemade coleslaw, maybe today I'll have the Braised Beef Poutine, or Chili Cheese fries, but wait! It's Friday which means Ribs....smokey, spicy, hot, sweet.....Fat Louis how do I love thee?......I've lost count of the ways