It all started with an Outlook meeting invite at work requesting everyone on my team to meet on the second level of building 17 (my building) to meet “The Man”. My first thought was “oh crap” we are going to go meet Steve Ballmer and discuss Microsoft’s web strategy. So I headed out to atrium to meet the team and Jay head of special research says “let’s car pool.” So we divide up and headed off.

To my surprise “The Man” was not what I thought he was. The man turned out to be a BBQ sauce so potent, the devil himself fears it. Co-workers describe it as gasoline or some sort of atomic fuel. Served at a local BBQ joint named Dixie’s BBQ and is known for its long lines and killing people alive. 

Dixie’s BBQ is located in a old beaten down car repair junk yard turned restaurant. The story is Dixie’s husband ran the place as a automotive service shop while she made BBQ in the back corner. People started to come there for her BBQ instead of car fixing and so the Dixie’s BBQ shop was born. Dixie sits in a corner taking orders as her mom (old and tired she almost falls face first into the bucket of BBQ with each scoop) slops some pork or beef brisket BBQ on a hot link sausage all in a french roll and a white kid with corn rolls dishes out either cornbread or beans. Classic. After you get your order and sit next to some broken down cars and wooden tables, “The Man” sauce is served to those who are willing with a toothpick to control the amount applied and reduce the risk of convulsion.

Dixie’s BBQ

So what do people say about the sauce?

What’s in “The Man?” Heat.
How many people actually like it? Nobody likes it. The record is 9 spoonfuls.
Do you like it? Nope. I don’t touch it. I ain’t stupid.

So your wondering what did I have? Well I had the Dixie’s Special which was beef brisket BBQ slop on top of a sausage hot-link all in a french roll with potato salad as my side. I chickened out and passed on the man. I’m not stupid.

- Michael