My wife and I got married in 1999. We bought an old house built in 1920 to fix up, live in, and eventually flip. About 2 blocks from that house was a tiny little storefront that was a pizza place for years. It had just recently changed over to Razorback BBQ. In the middle of one of my sessions of stripping off 6 layers of wallpaper from that house, I took a break and ordered a half chicken. I took it home, and opened the styrofoam container. It was a beautiful color, sitting on top of a piece of white bread, and had just maybe a ladle of sauce over the whole thing. It was by far the best thing I had ever ate (I was 21). The chicken fell apart, but was moist. The sauce was the best. The bread soaked up the sauce, and was amazing.
After going there constantly for chicken, I tried the brisket sandwich. Then I ordered those for probably 6 months straight. To this day, I haven't had a brisket that topped his. I would watch him bring in dozens of racks of ribs from his large direct heat charcoal smoker. They all looked identical, and were perfectly even mahogany color. Those were great too.
His name was Bruce Marshall. He has sadly passed on. His shop inspired me to buy my first smoker. I think at the time it was some sort of propane bullet type from Lowe's. That led to about 15 other smokers, etc, etc.