Oh, hi! It’s been a while. I finally escaped the city last week for a little Southern road trippin’. Aside from the 40 degree weather and hail, it was a nice time. Sweet tea, fried chicken, collards, boiled peanuts, barbecue…. It was essentially an eating tour of the South. Now I’m back, five pounds heavier and definitely not complaining.
The “delicious fine foods” change daily and range from fried chicken in gravy to fried pork chops—both of which were mighty fine.
Weaver D mentioned that they’d just run out of fried pig’s ear sandwiches that week, something I was dying to try. But still, the fried everything else and the Gawgia peach cobbler made up for it.
The walls are plastered in REM and Automatic for the People posters. I guess the album made Weaver D a little famous, or he just really loves those guys (I know the feeling). I was a little embarrassed to be snapping photos (what a tourist!!) but I snagged some when no one was looking. And I could swear I saw a few other people with cameras tucked under their jackets. Kindred spirits.
My brother Joe tried chatting with Weaver D as he cleaned out pig intestines for chitlins when the register was slow. He didn’t seem to be in the mood. At one point he said to Joe, “I oughta put up a sign that says Three-Question Limit per Customer.” I guess he doesn’t like small talk. But still, the sound of Weaver D’s sweet Gawgia drawl stayed with me like a song the rest of our trip, when I’d randomly repeat his parting words to us, “Niiiice meeetin’ alla y’aaall.”