I won’t even sell someone a barbecue unless they get coleslaw. If they want a barbecue and they don’t want coleslaw, there’s something wrong with that person. It all goes together.
Write about the succulent glories of Tar Heel barbecue at one’s own peril. It’s much safer to take on the National Rifle Association.
Barbecue is the third rail of North Carolina politics.
“Southern barbecue is the closest thing we have in the US to Europe’s wines or cheeses; drive a hundred miles and the barbecue changes.”
Sounds like a good reason to go on a trip!