Its saturday morning (late) and I'm shaking off what's left of my hangover from the bbq last night. My good buddy calls me and says he has to go into Bellevue (Seattle suburb) for a couple of things. I says 'well since we're gonna be over there we HAVE to go to Dixies BBQ and meet the man'. Even though I just ate breakfast, I could still make more room. You have to see this place to appreciate it, its the only bbq/autoshop I have ever seen. A few tables in the parking lot, I'm in line deciding on my poison and was interupted by a way thick southern accent, it took me a while to realize what was said to me. I orderd my sandwhich, as I noticed a whole freezer devoted to ice cream bars ? seems kinda strange I thought. We were outside eating when some guy askes me if I know the man. I said no, as I notice the cast iron pan in his hand, the contents of which is 'the man', he takes about 1/2 teaspoon on my sandwhich and says for me to taste a TINY bit first. OH YEAH !!! My weekend is complete, got another spoonful on my sandwhich and I was GOOD TO GO ! Needless to say I figured out what the ice cream was for. My lips stopped burning after a couple of hours, I'll be back. If your ever in the area put Dixies at the top of your list. --Anton--