As an Iowan, I agree. There are, like, three sizable cities in Iowa, where Flav could have conceivably sold the shit out of some chicken (Des Moines, Iowa City, and Ames). Location, location, location.
I wanted to visit Abdullah the Butcher's rib joint the last time I was in Atlanta, but my local friend/tour guide flat-out refused to drive through that part of town.