Off the Broiler: The Finger-Lickin' Ginormous Carolina Q Post
Over the summer months in 2008, I’ve spent a lot of time in the Carolinas, in particular, the Raleigh-Durham-Chapel Hill area (The Triangle) and also the Columbia, South Carolina area. Two cities which are as different as can be from a cultural and socio-economic perspective, but which do share something in common — Barbecue.
Even if you are trying to shed the pounds like I am, when you travel, maintaining discipline can be extremely difficult, especially when you are surrounded by co-workers who want to go out and have a good time. And when you’re in the South with a bunch of out-of-town males, particularly in the Carolinas, evening entertainment can usually be classified into two distinct areas — ones which involve Pork and ones which do not. I’m not going to get into the details of the ones which do not, because that could get me in trouble with the wife.
Here are all my Carolina Barbecue sins exposed, some of which I am proud of and would repeat again, and some of which I would not.
When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro. - Hunter S. Thompson
07 September 2008
Mustard-based sauce is still an abomination
Jason Perlow posts a lovely photo-essay and appreciation of North and South Carolina barbecue.