Yeah, that song sums it up pretty well. I think it was cocaine and not booze, though. It's always cocaine. San Antonio had a good place where the cokehead dropped dead and his cokehead brother took it over. Eventually the Chinese people across the street bought it and kept all the cooks. God bless the weird diversity a visit to that place entailed.
One of my biggest regrets in my time there was not deigning to eat "strip mall BBQ" until right before I moved. It was $42 for sausage, chicken, brisket, beans, etc and it'd take us a week to eat it. Or you could stupidly pay $15 a plate for something you could finish in 10 minutes.
I don't really think a restaurant can turn out good BBQ at a price people are truly willing to pay.