Good point! If I were starving to death, I'd probably eat it again. The story is this:
I never thought there'd be such a thing as barbecue I didn't like. Nice and tart and sweet and tomatoey...I grew up eating Country's Barbecue in Montgomery, Alabama. And of course, the sauce is what makes the barbecue. I wanted to try every style of barbecue from across the country so that I would know what I was missing from Texas or Kansas City. When my husband and I were moving from Virginia to Oregon, we stopped to eat in North Carolina. He woke me up and asked me if I wanted barbecue, and it sounded SO heavenly. I woke right up and got really excited. We went into the restaurant and I ordered what I thought would be barbecue. When I got the food, in my tired, delirious from travelling state, I almost started crying to see no sauce. Just plain meat, covered in vinegar and peppers. Now, I don't like vinegar or peppers very much. I ate about two bites and had to resort to eating my side dishes and leaving the barbecue untouched.
Barbecue is about the sauce as much as it is about the slow cooking over some kind of fire. Vinegar and peppers might taste good to North Carolinians, but to someone who grew up with the firm notion that "barbecue sauce" is always at the very least red and thick, watery vinegar is NOT barbecue sauce.