*offers Kohiko her axe, her sword and her Cast Iron Skillet of Loving Correction to use on these heathens*
Carolina barbecue is the only proper barbecue.
I say this even though I grew up in the heart of Memphis barbecue country, and did college the first time around smack in the middle between Kansas City and St. Louis barbecue country. I can say this, thanks to American diversity.
A sizable portion of my maternal-maternal and maternal-paternal ancestors emigrated from North Carolina to the Memphis area after the Revolutionary War (my Scottish immigrant great-great-great-some grandfather had a grand old time fighting the British, raised hell until he got a promised veteran's pension and used it to buy a huge farm in Arkansas river country). They brought what was eventually called Carolina-style barbecue with them, retained the traditions, and passed them down, local culinary influences be damned. I'm still racking my brain over why my family puts sliced radishes on tacos, though. I've never seen that anywhere but back home -- or in my own kitchen.