BBQ from the South

Few things are more gluttonous, and thus more American, than eating a pound of meat or a rack of ribs. BBQ and cheap beer fueled our odyssey to find the American dream like the 87 octane unleaded gasoline that powered our 2003 Yukon XL. We plotted our stops to coincide with lunch specials at BBQ restaurants throughout the south, with the hope of finding the perfect plate of meat. Our quest for marinated meats led us to the ghetto of Knoxville and the backwoods of South Carolina. At each stop, I photographed my orders.

Hickory Smoked Barbque, Knoxville Tennessee where a pulled pork sandwich was a steep $2.75.

I prefer dry rub BBQ to messy wet rubs like this plate of BBQ.

Luella's BBQ, Ashville North Carolina. Some of the best ribs I have ever had.

10 minutes later.

JB's Smokeshack, John's Island South Carolina, located twenty minutes outside of Charleston. This place was unbelievable. Hands down the best BBQ we ate on the trip.





This is what buffet looked like. All you could eat for 8 dollars. Needless to say I went back twice.





Maryland Fried Chicken, Little River South Carolina.

I cant wait to have more.

The voyagers in a food-induced coma.

Here are some more links,
BBQ (Picasa),
JB's Smokeshack,
Luella's BBQ,