In the beginning, William Penn purchased the land that would one day be Collegeville, and the local cuisine was without form. Then, inhabitant Philip Schmidt, Jr., journeyed to far-off Tennessee, and when he returned, Phil said, "Let there be barbecue." And there was barbecue. So today we say, let $10 of Phamous Phil's BBQ buy you $20 to spend on food and drink. Let there be winged fowl, and cattle, and beast of the earth, and let Phil grill it up, stuff it in a Kaiser roll, and top it off with some sweet, flavorful sauce, with a side of pork-laden baked beans. Let the smoked chicken be pulled and the beef brisket seasoned and smoked for hours with fruit woods and red oak. And the people of Collegeville (and of places much further away) tried it -- and behold, its deliciousness was biblical.