The C in Big C’s must stand for Contrast, because Big C’s is full of them. Driving down Little York one Saturday, I was hypnotized by that smoky aroma of BBQ. Passing Big C’s, it was clear they were the culprit as a huge BBQ pit billowed smoke while a live band jammed outside. Having just eaten, I made a mental note to try them the following weekend. So I gave them a shot last Saturday. Whoa, what a contrast from the previous week. I walked into a sterile white room. It was silent. A couple of people quietly ate their meals. The staff was friendly but unenthusiastic. There was no charm, no character. Worst of all, it was missing that smoky aroma that grabbed me the week before. I could have walked back out but my Unilocaldiction forced me to continue. Balking at the $ 10 starting price for their dinner plates — 1 meat with beans and potato salad — I decided to start with a $ 5 sliced brisket sandwich and move up from there if it was worth it. Again, the sandwich was full of contrasts. The meat had a nice quarter inch smoke ring and the flavor was great. The meat from the fat cap was moist and flavorful and ridiculously fatty. The rest of the meat was dry as a bone. The great flavor couldn’t make up for the inconsistency. BBQ sauce didn’t help it much either. The sandwich was huge, but that didn’t mean much since half of it was inedible. I’m a little saddened by this. I always like to see small businesses succeed, but they really need to step up their game if they want to succeed in this town.