We ate dinner once at The County Line (somewhere in Texas), years ago and they were playing this as background music. We bought a copy of the CD and it’s floatin’ around here somewhere. The YouTube clip is not complete, but you’ll laugh your bee-hind off at this. Set a spell.
Or how complete or how well-made. Dad used to put on an accent and, after finishing something ‘close enough for government work’, say ‘It’s perty nigh, but not plumb.’
Oh my god, yes. Drives me straight up a wall when non-Southerners try to put on a Southern accent and say “How y’all doin’?” to one person. That’s not what “y’all” means, folks!
Me too. So I went searching for what barbecue is available in the part of Northern California I live in now. This is one of the few barbecue places near me:
I’m not sure if that link will take you directly to the menu I’m looking at. If not, go to the section for “platters”.
What? Who serves barbecue on a fancy plate, with a side of roasted vegetables? What is that asparagus doing there? That kind of offends my Southern sensibilities.
Barbecue goes in a styrofoam take out container, with slaw, and a piece of white bread. Or cornbread is also acceptable.