Oooh, BBQ.
The best place I ever went to, hands down, was off of the I-25 and Lincoln in Denver. Guy would show up (he was about 70) with a huge pit on the back of his truck in the dirt parking lot of a little baptist church. Outside seating. Closed on any day it rains, snows, or he doesn't feel too good.
Opens at 10:30, he's gone by about 2:30. If you're there after 11:15, too late, the line's an hour long.
No joke, the guy had around 40 sauces, from the mildest, sweetest peach BBQ, to the hottest sauce you could possibly imagine.
All the guys from the I-25 reconstruction project would go there at least once a week. Large group of people - only time I saw bankers sitting next to techies next to construction workers. Anything you could want - if he didn't have it, he'd bring it next time. And if you had an idea for a sauce, he'd give it a go.
He was truly a grill master.
Best I ever had. Bar none.