You know you havent gotten laid during quarantine if the words dry-rubbed and smoked low and slow get you all hot and bothered. Well, keep your clothes on and grab a moist towelette (sorry), because these essential metro Detroit barbecue joints are doing god's work: filling our stomachs which, to no fault of our own, have been filled with canned soup and Pop-Tarts for, like, three months now with brisket, pulled pork, and, yes, burnt ends. Vegans, you'll have to sit this one out because we've got it bad. P.S. Our safe word is rib tips.