The dining experience started with sitting at a little knee-knock table covered in a cheesy plastic table cloth at the back of a very crowded room with a TV overhead playing a rerun of Andy Griffith. The owner was circulating through the restaurant .... big guy you could picture tossing you out if you said anything bad about Andy Griffith, the Great States of the Confederate (the South), and heaven forbid the fried potatoes.
I ordered a pulled pork sandwich (small---although I
really came close to the large--- I was very hungry) with 2 side items.
My dining companion ordered the same and with the prompting of the owner
(remember the big guy?)... the fried potatoes instead of the French
Lunch is Served
Now you are probably wondering at this total disregard of eating etiquette. I am not making excuses mind you, but this was an intricate part of this experience! I guiltily looked around the restaurant and saw men in suit and ties and women in pant suits and skirts doing the same thing that I was, and all the while the owner was weaving through these tiny little tables laughing and talking with his guests to the point where you just wanted to kick off your shoes, lean back in the little metal chairs and order that big dill pickle you saw on the menu!
Ladies and Gentlemen, this was the best barbecue sandwich that I've had the fortune to put in my mouth! I was impressed and would strongly urge my fellow food lovers to experience this place first hand. Be prepared to enjoy yourself.
As I drove around the building to exit the parking lot, I passed the take out window properly labeled "Pig-Out Window." I pulled over for a moment of silence that this place deserved.