About 20 years ago I was visiting my younger brother in Jax, FL. We went to Bono's (original location), sat at the counter and ordered "The Feast", a meal intended to feed a good-sized family. That place was so poorly ventilated that the whole place was like being in a smoker; in other words, fantastic! The Pit Master, an old black man I believe named Harvey, put together our meal and took care of us while we demolished that platter of pork, turkey, chicken, ribs and sausage. He was a true Pit Master and the picture in the first post very much reminds me of him. I very much respected him then, and miss him now.