This is the first in a Manic American series about Kentucky barbecue. Check back for more! As always, click on any image to see it full-screen.
It was well past sundown when the little, white Ford Ranger pickup rolled up to us in the shadows behind Roy’s, a beacon of Kentucky barbecue in Russellville. All the employees were long gone for the night, and we definitely weren’t supposed to be there.
The headlights on the truck turned off as it crawled closer, like a predator stalking its prey.