Coming from South Carolina, I arrived in Dallas in 1984 and was shocked at what they called barbecue in Texas. It wasn’t pig meat. It was beef. And the sauce wasn’t vinegar based. Years passed before I could choke down a chopped beef sandwich. Eventually, I found Texas BBQ that didn’t leave me crying for pulled pork—Sonny Bryan’s in Dallas; Angelo’s in Fort Worth. Th


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