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a new place

One area where my husband is adventurous is in his willingness to try new restaurants. This always cracks me up somewhat because he is very traditional and averse to change in so many areas. But anytime we travel, he wants to know what unique (non-chain) restaurants are in the area.

So when we traveled to my sister's church to hear my niece sing a few weekends ago, sure enough, the list of places he gave me to make our supper choice had little check marks beside the non-chain ones. :) Here's the one we wound up at:

I think this is the first time I've ever seen the tail end of a pig on a store sign before. I'm not an eastern NC barbeque girl, so of course I ordered the fried chicken. And I was surprised. Unlike most fried chicken in barbeque places around here, it was not salty, nor was the meat dry, and it actually tasted home-made. Normally, at least to me, fried chicken in non-chain restaurants taste like it came from the deep-fryer, but this actually tasted like it came out of a skillet, and had the home-made style crust as well. It was a nice and pleasant surprise. They also sported the Carolina 13 layer cake, but we were so full after eating our meal that we didn't attempt dessert.

I imagine if we ever head to Washington, NC again, we'll have to try one of the other places, but this is one I wouldn't mind visiting again.

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Jennifer said…
looks like a place Jack would go to:)

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