Sunday morning. While everyone was preparing for church, Sarah and I were preparing for a long trip home. Since we knew the chances for unique BBQ on route 95 were slim, we let Tom Tom plot a meandering course up the east coast back roads. Ira and Debby had suggested an out of the way BBQ place near the hospital in Greenville, NC. Just when we were getting ready to plug “hospital” into the Tom Tom, a giant shimmering parking lot full of cars overshadowed by a towering Parkers sign caught our attention. When we pulled in and saw the line of about fifty people that were pouring out the door, we knew this was the spot. Totally blindfolded, I could have told you from the noises and sounds that I was in a line for some classic southern BBQ. The clicking of the heels and the pearls of the mothers chasing after their children, the anecdotes of so and so getting married and so and so getting divorced, the beckoning call to papa from grandma to hurry on up because the table was ready; it was very reassuring. But now to the food: right off the bat, I was impressed because the waiter brought little pitchers of iced tea, not just a little glassful. To make it fair, I have been ordering the BBQ plate with pork and slaw everywhere. So far, this generous portion of vinegar sauced Carolina BBQ is my favorite. Gently pulled, but chopped just a little bit, tender but not mushy. The pungent vinegar permeated the meat just right, and those little pepper flakes studded each bite with a spicy kick. Alongside the BBQ, the perfect slaw finally arrived. Beautifully green, slightly crunchy, not too wet. That slaw merged in your mouth with the BBQ and it created the perfect bite. At the end of the meal, we were surprised to find they didn’t take visa. Haha. Remember to check that next time. Conveniently, there was a southern bank chain next door which would spit out cash for a mere $3.50 extra fee. the old southern boy network at its finest. Ambiance: Authentic. BBQ: No sauce needed.
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