[Please read the following with a Georgia accent.]
Recently I was in Warner Robins, Georgia on business. Just outside the Robins Air Force Base was a barbecue restaurant. It had some of the best tasting, melt in your mouth, smoky flavored barbecue I have ever eaten in every single bite.
Over the years, I have been to a number of great barbecue places. They usually are shacks with faded wood on the sides and rusty tin roofs. They all look like they would burn down if the cooks took their eyes off the fire for only a second and an amber escaped.
But what got me was the name of this larger than usual restaurant in Georgia with the outside painted red. Since the owner was well known in the area for his barbecue, it makes sense for him to name it after himself. That is why the restaurant has a large pink neon sign with the name “Martin’s BBQ”.
But I maintain, from an outsider’s point of view, that the name just does not have a great ring to it. I like the name “Leroy’s BBQ”. Now that is a name that reeks of barbecue, don’t you think?