Day two of the North Carolina trip begins with a chicken biscuit, a nice long walk around city streets, and a cheeky declaration that a restaurant that came to the party a little late serves the original Lexington barbecue. Read on!
A last-minute change of plans left me racing the clock to make it to this 65 year-old restaurant before the sun went down. Known for its unusually sweet sauce, this is a terrific family-owned barbecue joint, and one of the trip’s highlights.
A very popular local favorite for fifty years, this stop surprised me, but not in a very good way.
The farthest east that I went on this trip for barbecue was to this little shack quietly hiding in some woods near I-40, so I’m afraid that I still didn’t go far enough east to have some actual “Eastern North Carolina” barbecue, but I’m very glad that I stopped by for this good meal.
Even before I nailed down which barbecue places I intended to visit on this trip, I knew that I’d be swinging by Durham to see this place. It’s one of seven stores in our favorite lost southern chain to remain afloat after the corporation shipwrecked.
This large town is one of a few that claims to be the barbecue capital of America. Three points in its corner: a huge number of barbecue joints for its size, a gigantic festival every October, and this restaurant.
If you haven’t heard of Lexington Barbecue, you must be new to this hobby. Wayne Monk’s place has been drawing in the faithful for decades. I arrived as a TV crew was doing a shoot, so I didn’t get to spend the time that I wanted, but I enjoyed a darn good sandwich all the same.
For years, I have wondered what the heck Lexington-style sauce was, since the descriptions that I have read have been a little unclear. At the surviving location of what used to be a small chain, I was able to get a good example to show you.
I spent a couple of days in March driving around central North Carolina, sampling many of the Tarheel State’s celebrated barbecue joints and other regional treasures. Here’s the first of many chapters from the road.
We were shocked and stunned like the Rutles at a press conference when we tried a Neapolitan pie at this new place. Man alive, is this place ever good.
A couple of years ago, two chefs from Utah followed their dream and opened up a restaurant in the city’s River Arts District. The result is so fun and tasty that, should we follow our dreams and move here one day, we will eat here all the darn time.
You know you’re onto something special when there’s a half-hour line just to get into your storefront and shop. Here are some more thoughts about our favorite chocolates, and an equally popular upstart a couple of blocks away.
One of the oldest restaurants in town is, despite its name, a classic American greasy spoon. Plus, my daughter returns to her favorite bus and coffee shop, and a popular brewery is too packed to visit.
We planned for a long, long afternoon of lunching and shopping in our favorite city. One of the country’s biggest touring acts was in town, and thousands of their fans had the same idea.