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I'm an artist, educator, militant anti-theist , and I write. I gamble on just about anything. And I like beer...but I love my wife. This blog contains observations from a funny old man who gets pissed off every once in a while.

Monday, April 29, 2013

120 MILE BARBECUE


What is 120 mile barbecue? It is food so good that you will drive 120 miles just to eat it. On Saturday my wife and I did just that.
She had eaten some of this nectar of the gods at a wedding reception recently and convinced me that it would be worth the trip to Holly Hill. She was correct.
The restaurant is in an old farmhouse.
 There are many restaurants who would like you to believe they are old and rustic, but this one is the real deal.
They serve buffet style only. $10 for one plate load and $14 for unlimited. No tax, no extra for drinks or dessert. A flat $10 and the nice lady hands you a plate.

This is the cook house. If you ever go to a BBQ restaurant that does not have its own cook house...just keep on driving cause you are going to be disappointed.

On the back road home we stopped at this old abandoned house. 
My wife was the one to notice the stairs and remembered my recent blog posts of same. 

Here's my wife walking into position to photograph...
 Here she is walking some more...
 Here she is in her photographer's stance...
 Here she is walking back to the car...
 Here she is picking her nose walking back to the car....the woman has no pride...
 And here is the most beautiful smile in the world...



3 comments:

Anonymous said...

awww......a whole post about ME and BBQ!

Goat said...

Mustard sauce or vinegar?

Ralph Henry said...

When BBQ is cooked properly it doesn't need sauce.
However, at Sweatman's you load your plate with meat and there are a dozen different sauces on the table and you use them as you wish.
But believe me when I say, it required no sauce.
Further, there were two pans of meat labeled "inside" and "outside", meaning meat cut from the darker well-smoked outside or the more tender inside. That, Gentle Reader, is how barbecue is supposed to be served.

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