There was a Brothers location near our house, at Morrison Road and Kipling Street, which we'd frequent on occasion; I'm not sure whether that location is the one that actually cooked our feast (although it seems likely), but it's certainly where we got the inspiration for feeding our guests in our back yard.
A few months later, we stopped eating meat and our trips to Brothers tapered off. So now I feel a little bit responsible that our Brothers location has closed, soon to be replaced by a Moe's Original Bar-B-Que.
The last time I did frequent that Brothers location, my table comprised the only non-employees in the joint in the hour or so we were there.
Unless Moe's starts barbecuing tofu, I probably won't be visiting that spot, either, but let's hope it stiull has what it takes to survive in this location, lest my little corner of the neighborhood become bereft of good 'cue for the foreseeable future.
(And for those of you who might wonder whether we tried Piggin' Out, a smoker and trailer selling barbecue a few hundred yards away from the front door of the storefront in question -- yes, we tried it. But we didn't use Piggin' Out for the reception because I found the pork ribs to be tough and stringy, and the sauces sub-par, except for the Carolina barbecue sauce. The meat from Brothers was more tender, the sauces better; and the prices simply blew away Piggin' Out's.)
Fortunately, the marriage has proven more long-lasting than Brothers.