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This Prospect Heights barbecue joint imported its pit master, John Avila, from Austin’s Franklin Barbecue, and he brought with him some Texas affability. When we asked about the Frito pie, our waiter threw his head back and shouted, “Oh my God, it’s so good! You want one or two?” His enthusiasm for every menu item we mentioned convinced us to try some of almost everything, and once our table was covered end-to-end with meat and sides, he asked with a big smile, “Is there anything else I can do for you guys—besides pull up a chair and help finish this off?” For a minute, I thought he might high-five us, but we pounced on the food before he got the chance.