Best Barbecue In Sacramento
by Marybeth Bizjak | SacMag
To borrow a phrase from the 19th century English poet Alfred, Lord Tennyson, in summer this girl’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of—wait for it—meat. Barbecued meat, to be precise. Yes, I have a decidedly unladylike taste for the stuff. Give me a whole rack of St. Louis-style ribs or a hefty slab of smoked brisket capped with a thick ribbon of fat and I’m in hog heaven.