devil-cursed barbecue

I had dream once.

It was on a road trip
through some pretty lumpy country

and

the places we ate
were kind of hostile quaint.
Anyway
that night I
dreamed I was
watching tv.

The only channel
was the local channel, full
of local doings.

A commercial came on.

Some dude

in a messy outfit with big sweat stains
was like: "Come on down
to Devil-Cursed Barbecue! All 'round
these parts know my paw's paw
sold his soul for the secret
to our devil-cursed sauce.
Well,

he's retired now, and paw died
in the whole road fire thing
years back, but I carry on
the infernal family tradition
handed down with that selfsame
hellaciously tasty sauce! Come on
down! People come from miles
all over just for a taste - and I guarantee you,

nobody
so far
has ever been carried off to hell
by a demon in our restaurant. Just
make sure you say grace to be safe." 

Damn when I woke up 
I was in the mood for some barbecue. But 
we asked 
and there was no barbecue around 
for a hundred miles 

it felt kind of eerie