This place’s PR company reached out to us to give them a try, and we had a downright excellent meal here. If there is such a thing as a “franchise curse,” then the only Atlanta location of this chain has broken it.
In 1969, after more than a decade of growth, this Macon-based chain launched a major expansion, reaching nearly a hundred stores. Five years later, the chain failed. Today, their distinctive, deteriorating buildings are home to all kinds of businesses, and some survivors have thrived on their own for thirty years. Learn more in this extra-length, photo-filled chapter.
I tried so hard, and I drove so fast, to make it back to this 49 year-old drive-in before I lost the light. These photos are just shamefully poor, but I’m insisting on sharing with you anyway.
More than sixty years ago, the franchisees in South Carolina helped start the stores in Atlanta that most of us know and enjoy, but each has been evolving separate from each other ever since. Here’s a short recap of the history of Zesto in the Palmetto State, with photos from two of their locations.
Here’s a place with some amazing hash that left the intrepid heroine of our story completely tongue-tied, and not, surprisingly, for the reasons you might think. Plus, additional talk about one of the best children’s museums in the country.
For our annual trip to the Palmetto State, we changed the regular playbook and just focused on the capital city of Columbia. Along the way, we visited one of the region’s most celebrated barbecue buffets.
Finishing up this two-day trip with stops in the towns of Greenwood and Anderson, I’m already scheming when I can get away for another two days, and where I might go…
This time out, I go to a restaurant and forget why I’m there. Then the road takes me north, back into the region known for its mustard-based sauces, and to one of the state’s most popular and well-known joints.
This chapter is the shortest of the seven, as I did not enjoy one of the next two experiences, and I didn’t give the other the fair shake that it demanded. Such is life.
A rotten finish to day one of my trip is acknowledged and accepted as the price that I was willing to pay for the amazing meal that started day two. What I found in Hemingway is a strong contender for the best barbecue joint on the planet, and it is a very long way from home.
A Roadfood favorite and an example of the state’s popular barbecue buffets were next on my agenda, but my enthusiasm started to ebb as the day wore on.
I found the sign of a much-loved restaurant in an unexpected place, and made my way east across the top of the state as this road trip continues.
Earlier this month, I took a two-day tour of the Palmetto State, briefly visiting sixteen restaurants and seeing lots of fall orange and Lowcountry green while sampling quite a lot of barbecue and other treats. Here’s the first of seven chapters about my days driving.