A few years ago, my grandmama took me to a sit-down BBQ place that was basically a cinder-block building with no windows and wood paneling on the walls. The staff were mainly black folks, and the history of the restaurant was spelled out in candy-bar wrappers on a piece of cardboard and posted at the front windows where you order. Grandmama passed away last year, and I never got the name of the restaurant. I was in San Antonio settling her estate recently and not one person could identify this place. Its name and location have become my personal holy grail.