If heaven had a seafood section, it would taste exactly like the crab legs at Luke Wholey’s Wild Alaskan Grille in Pittsburgh—so perfectly prepared they practically demand their own police escort.

Smoke meets crunch at these Missouri BBQ spots where the fried chicken rivals the brisket for best bite on the plate.

While many dream of celebrating in the end zone, a smaller group of Sousaphone players aspire to dot the i and complete ...