Six year old Emma stands in front of the counter – just barely able to see over. Waits patiently while I have a chat with her parents about running a BBQ joint. When I stop to ask her if I can help her she says:

“Your ribs are SOOOO juicy. When I bit into one the first time the juice hit me here. (Indicates eyebrow) My tastebuds are so happy they are dancing until they’re sick.”

No award could ever top that for me.

(She also loved the sweet potato biscuits but was not too impressed by the smoked mac & cheese).