So, instead of having these “visitors” driving the back roads of my beloved state, looking for “authentic NC” and being disappointed that a hot dog loaded with mustard, onions, chilli and slaw doesn’t also come with a celery salt, I’d rather contain them in one place, feed ‘em what they think they came for, and bid them “Good Day, thanks for the money.” A Southern Season is doing the rest of us a service. Otherwise, these outsiders may see the typical long line outside a real BBQ joint, and decide to come down here and open their own Fake Cue Business.