When I posted something about wanting folks to join me at the Atlanta BBQ festival on Facebook a couple months ago, and Doug (who lives in Ann Arbor) expressed interest in coming down, I thought for sure he was kidding.  Turns out, he wasn’t, because a few hours before the festival, he was sitting in my office. We went to Atlantic Station for the festival and began the critical task of trying as much of the different bbq ribs, pulled pork, and brisket as we could possibly hold. …