"You should have ordered ribs, that's what we're known for."  I had told Carl the Pork Sandwich was mighty good.  Moist, plenty of brown ends.  A vinegary sauce.  Then I saw a plate of ribs and knew what Carl meant.  I'll be back.

Had room for a bowl of homemade blackberry cobbler.  Glad I did.

That's the old pink smokehouse next to the restaurant.  Nowadays the smoking happens in a gas fired contraption.  Does a great job and Carl swears he'd have closed the place a few years ago if he had to spend another July shoveling hickory coals.  He pours in some sauce and wraps the meat in foil when it's just about cooked and finishes it off with the sauce sealed in.  Barbecue pit bosses won't agree, but to my taste it works as good as hickory.

April 05