John Bronson REAL Barbeque!
Gainesville, Georgia. 11 am.
I was headed for Florida. Driving the back roads to avoid the ATL traffic. Interstate aint for me!
Denied breakfast, I heard those familiar low growls from my midsection. I was hungry.
But I was looking for something special. For lunch.
NO fast food. NEVER!
NO chain restaurants. NOT this time, bud.
I wasnt quite sure what I was in the mood for, but I KNEW Id KNOW it when I SAW it...
It was then I seemed to sense the scentual aroma of slow cooked meat over a real pit.
Barbeque!
YES! THATS what I was in the mood for!
At that moment, I was tempted to pull over and do my usual online search. But it was still a little too early for lunch, so I ambled on.
Mile after mile after mile.
Turns out, I believe I was being led by the nose to Covington. I just felt it. Movie town, here I come.
Once in town, that is when I hit the web. I sniffed out a place called Bradleys Real Pit Barbeque. Hmmmm. Lets do it!
EXACTLY EVERYTHING I EVER wanted in the way of Barbeque!!!
I ordered the Half Rack of Ribs, with fries and beans.
What I got was a STACK of RIBS...with those delectable fries and beans.
Ribs. The HOLY Grail of the grill.
The Fall off the Bone smoky goodness carried me to lip smacking, finger lickin, OHHHHHH YEAH ville!
Man! Those ribs!
(I AM a rib aficionado. A connoisseur of pit cooking).
THESE were no fib ribs. FINER than fine with a huge touch of yum.
OHHHHH Yeah.
I now LOVE Bradleys. Looking for any excuse to drive north, to Movie town and sit down.
Like the Terminator said, "Ill be back!"