There are few condiments with the ability to inspire the kind of deeply personal opinions normally reserved for politics, religion, and whether pineapple belongs on pizza. BBQ sauce is one of them. Some people want it sweet. Some want it spicy. Some want vinegar sharp enough to strip paint. Some insist that good barbecue should not need sauce at all, which feels suspiciously like the sort of thing a person says immediately before eating an entire plate of dry brisket. Personally, I believe BBQ sauce exists because humanity occasionally looks at perfectly good meat and thinks, You know what this needs?