From the street, the flat roof on the corner building looks like a black iron lid floated over a gray brick pit. Smoke plumes upward, dissolving into the cobalt-blue Texas Hill Country sky. Viewed through roll-up doors, church groups drink coffee and thumb Bibles tagged with sticky notes. High school soccer coaches eat house-made sausages wrapped in comal-blistered tortillas.
Instead of pulling up at a drive-through window, commuters line the curb at Miller’s Smokehouse in Belton, a courthouse-square town sixty miles north of Austin on I-35. Carhops with walkie-talkies clipped
