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You walk in and it smells like the smoker. There are two men behind the counter and a beautiful voice rings through the speakers. It is Billie Holiday and you feel like you crossed the Mason-Dixon line.
There are people patiently waiting in chairs at the front of the restaurant, and the two kind men behind the counter direct you to take a menu (simple card stock with bright colours and very fair prices) and sit down in a small eating area in the back of the restaurant.
I waited... for a while... and got mildly irritated but then I figured out this is just how it is done here, low and slow, and the pace set me at ease.
We picked out our food (a Dean's Bad Habit: Pulled Pork, Beef Brisket on a fresh roll with medium BBQ sauce smothered all over it, a dish of Macaroni and Cheese: by far the best I have ever eaten, sorry mom, and a monkey dish of runny creamy coleslaw).
The music plays in the background and now it is Thelonious Monk, and I remember what he said "Sometimes it's to your advantage for people to think you're crazy". This is exactly how I feel because I would have never gone away from the chain restaurants if it weren't for my new career which forces me to eat out almost 15 times a week.
The food comes, and I pick up my fork. It is neatly and simply wrapped with a knife in a paper napkin. I try to dig into my food but I am reminded by my fellow Yelper we need to take pictures of the food first. I can't wait and take a small bite of the macaroni. This is when it happened, I fell in love. The noodles were slightly al dente in places and the cheese was thick and hanging on to the noodles like that cat in the picture saying "hang in there". There are all sorts of flavours bursting out here none of which I can isolate, but everyone of them makes me think I am going to be greeted by a fine southern gentleman asking if "everything is to your liking".
I decided to try the coleslaw next, and it has a creamy flavour that is as I said slightly runny and just the right temperature, not too cold, and very refreshing.
Then it is time to take on the massive pile of meat and bun that is sitting in front of me. I pick it up and it is legitimately heavy. I hold on with two hands and move my mouth toward the savoury goodness. I don't remember what happened next but everyone around me in the restaurant was looking at me and one of the two men behind the counter was bringing me napkins and asking to take my picture so he could show everyone on Instagram "that RD face".
When I came to again the plate was full of drippings and there was nothing left but the flavour of a juicy porcine/bovine encounter.
I guess you could say it was as close as I will get to being in Nirvana.
First time Yelper, Thank you for this community.
Andrew
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