We've told the story again and again -- it's kind of our personal losing-our-heart-to-San-Francisco genesis myth -- about how we found Brother-in-law's BBQ on Divisadero and Grove. We were record shopping at Open Mind, and afterwards were decidedly hungry. So walking up Divisadero to Fulton to catch the bus, we caught a whiff of meat being smoked. You can tell a good barbecue joint pretty much by how far away you can smell it. We weren't even to Hayes, so that was more than a block. When we saw the rather dismal building, and the aged sign, we said "Hey, this is the place our friend recommended before we left Brooklyn!" And a regular pilgrimmage was born.