Campbellton was a waypoint, a dot on the map between days 2 and 3 of driving north from Boston to the Gaspé Peninsula. We arrived late and rushed to grab food in the bar attached to our HoJo, attached to an aging mall, attached to the bridge to Quebec.
After years of studying the BBQ arts we decided it was time to learn them first hand. Over Labor Day Weekend we assembled the Manic Smoker, bought and seasoned a brisket and stayed up all night smoking it. Here’s how the process went.