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In Kansas City, heaven can be found between two thin slices of white bread. But you don't get to heaven without a wait. Everyone — every weathered local and excitable tourist — in the hungry line snaking through Arthur Bryant's understands this. Behind an open window, the pitmaster stands mere feet from some of the world's most famous smokers, ready to serve up legendary beef brisket to true believers. The knife's verdict sounds on the wooden chopping block, rendering slices that sing with the slight crackle of bark and a rub that's close-your-eyes good. Entry into this beef nirvana just costs a little money, and — as in heaven — the Boulevard is always cold.
