In the middle of a long drive back to New Orleans. Resting here with Leigh for the weekend in Rural Hall, North Carolina. We're going to visit Wooo Bobby tomorrow.
I had fun on the road today. Got into a long conversation about rolling papers with the cashier girls at a gas station in the middle of nowhere, Pennsylvania. Folks are so darned friendly in that state.
I got hungry in Virginia. I saw this sign somewhere off I-81, and was skeptical:
Truck stop BBQ? Could be hit or miss. I've had some pretty good truck stop food before. I still dream about that chicken-fried steak from that greasy spoon off I-10 in Texas. So I decided to give it a shot.
I recommend the pulled pork plate, Carolina style, with applesauce and coleslaw. Douse it with some BBQ sauce and a little hot sauce. Mix some applesauce and coleslaw in with the meat. I don't know if it's the best in Virginia. But it's pretty fucking good when you've been in a car for seven hours. Maybe it was the rolling papers.
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