Back in early 2011, there was a guy making
pulled-pork barbecue sandwiches on Fountain Square in the worst weather
ever. During the coldest, wettest spring in memory, followed by the
hottest, driest, most unbearable summer, this curly-haired,
fair-skinned, fully sunburned guy stood over a blazing flattop grill,
heating up scoops of hickory-smoked pork shoulder, cutting up the big
chunks with a pizza slicing wheel.