We drove north to Reidsville, through the tobacco fields and past various beckoning (no time to stop!) barbecue restaurants, a karaoke biker bar, and the Broken Arrow taxidermy shop.
Short Sugar’s gives new meaning to the sweet in sweet tea. I guess they have to live up to the name. And speaking of sugar, the barbecue was in a thin sauce that was also quite sweet—cinnamon-like. It was very good and, again, different than what we’re used to. The coleslaw was unremarkable. Wet and vinegary. Yummy hushpuppies make me wonder if there are any hushpuppies worse than any other.
Charles had never heard of pimento cheese, so we ordered a sandwich. It was full of velveeta and pimentos and came cold on toast. I had one bite, but Charles kind of went to town.
Continuing with the sweet theme, we split a piece of chocolate pie. It was creamy and chocolaty and had a graham cracker crust. It lived up to the hype.
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