Red, as I recall. But, then that could have been an effect of the moonshine.
My eyes were certainly blood-shot the following morning; no one can recall
how red they were the night of the roast.

As for the best baste, I can't argue as long as the pig is tasty. As a
fellow carpet-bagger -- I grew up in Massachusetts, a state that decidedly
does not have tradition of Barbeque or barbeque -- I am sure you have
learned to rarely (if ever) enter in to discussions with denizens of
self-professed (or otherwise) Barbeque Capitals. It quickly becomes apparent
that I know nothing; punishment is often severe -- access is denied to
anymore of the victuals. While I've eaves-dropped on many an argument, I
have never heard anyone dispute Owensboro, Kentucky's, claim to the Barbeque
Capital of the World, Mutton Division.

Leaving for Lunch, Pulled Pork Sandwich Anyone, on Sixth

-----Original Message-----
From: Dan Becker [mailto:[log in to unmask]]
Sent: Friday, June 25, 1999 10:42 AM
To: [log in to unmask]
Subject: Re: East west 72 street


Sauce?  Was it red sauce, or Eastern NC vinegar-base clear sauce?

BBQ was an education upon my arrival in the South.  Growing up in Ohio,
barbeque was a verb, as in "go out back and barbeque some chicken over some
charcoal briquettes."  In these parts, it's a noun.  If you want to start a
long argument around abouts, just make a claim that red sauce is better than
eastern NC sauce.  Then of course, Texas thinks their red sauce is best, and
so does Memphis, Kansas City, and bless Royko's dear departed soul, Chicago.
____________________________________

Dan Becker, Exec. Dir., RHDC
Raleigh Historic Districts Commission
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-----Original Message-----
From:   Trelstad, Derek [SMTP:[log in to unmask]]
Sent:   June 25, 1999 10:09 AM
To:     [log in to unmask]
Subject:        Re: East west 72 street

Pig-nic? As in a pig roast in Central Park. Last enjoyed really good
barbeque in the Mountains just west of Asheville -- Great Smokies, no?
Wonder whether the smoke from so many bbq pits were the inspiration for the
name? Perhaps Mr. Becker could stop for a few tips (and a pig) on his way to
NYC?

Sincerely,

Hungry on Ladies Mile