Only in Wes’ BYGAWD Virginny can you find someone who refers to himself as a “foodie,” then spends the next 15 minutes waxing eloquent on the wonderful virtues of the food at Waffle House. Now, I do love me some Waffle House, but isn’t a foodie supposed to be one of those elite jackholes who eat nothing but truffles and that blowfish sushi that kills you if it’s prepared wrong? Not someone who is regularly torn between hash browns with just cheese or hash browns with cheese AND GRAVY.
Chuckweasel has gotten used to the fact that I tend to plan vacations or even short trips by what there is to eat (in fact, I think he’s beginning to do it himself!). For example:
Cincinnati: Skyline Chili, White Castle, and the Newport Hofbrauhaus across the river. On the way home: Lee’s Fried Chicken.
Pittsburgh: Our really good flat-iron steak place that we can’t remember the name of, Primanti Brothers (next trip, baby!).
Charlotte: Maggiano’s Little Italy, Popeye’s and/or Bojangles Fried Chicken, ANY Mexican place (they have a lot, and they’re all good!)
Baltimore: Phillip’s Crab House, Ruth’s Chris (moment of silence), anyplace in Little Italy
Myrtle Beach: Three words: CALABASH. SEAFOOD. BUFFET. Also, Joe’s Crab Shack.
The Outer Banks: (where Hoody and Dear Sweet Mama regularly eat their weight in happiness) Rundown Cafe and Tsunami Bar (the soup, oh lord, the soup), Mama Kwan’s, Dirty Dick’s Crab Shack (where DSM overcomes her hatred of both their name and their slogan — “I got crabs from Dirty Dick’s” — because their cheese grits are JUST. THAT. GOOD.). And of course, the MOTHERFUCKING DUNEBURGER — have one, you’ll never be the same.
Even places right here near ta’ home have important foods — Parkersburg is the home of Rubin’s Reubens, Barboursville has a stand-alone Chik-Fil-A AND a Waffle House, and Ashland, KY? Fiesta Bravo, baby.
I also eat some pretty disgusting things (like braunschweiger on toast and the Legendary Weenie Delight) — but that’s a post for another day…