To me, nothing says the Fourth of July like good barbecue. So this week I’ll be focusing on some dern good BBQ—or at least, places where you “used to could” get it.
Sadly, Bill Johnson’s, once a Phoenix fixture, closed for good just a few months after I was there.
But I’m glad to know that on that day, at least, I came “hongry,” and got to eat my fill.
Wishing you a Fourth full of good eatin’ and barbecue that never ends!