BBQ Beef at RL's
Driving from Tallahassee to weekend getaway destination of St. Augustine Beach and did a quick stop in Live Oak, FL, for a bite. Took secondary highways and on more than once Sheena thought out loud, Wow, this looks a lot like Argentina. Some little towns not for the faint-hearted. Yes. People live in those houses. No. Houses isn't even the right word. Shacks. Trailers. Campers. Little villages that should just change their name to Tornado Magnet and be done with it. Did not take pictures of the worst of it. Too depressing.
From the outside, RL's Smokehouse looked a little sketchy and ramshackle, but the inside was cozy and clean and decorated in to reflect the down-home pig kitsch collector demogrphic. Passed on the lunch buffet that was favoured by most of the locals. Couldn't be sure how long the fried catfish had been there.
Ordered the BBQ beef sandwich off the menu. $5.95 and it was wonderful. Plain squishy white bread roll covered with big chunks of slow cooked beef in a tangy BBQ sauce. Didn't eat many of the crinkle-cut very clearly frozen fries. Though the waitress admitted she had never ever before had a customer who did NOT want ketchup with fries. Had "Unsweet Tea" and I ordered it all correctly and all thanks to commenters on my previous post on that very same topic.
posted by Sheena @ 10:16 AM
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This brought back memories of a winter I spent in Florida back in the early 80s. I was car camping and bicycling in mid state and then up through the panhandle.
Every little town had it's nice white bread main street, but there would always be a slum one or two streets back. In the rural areas there were lots of shacks with no windows and kids running around naked.
I was shocked by the scale of abject poverty I saw. It doesn't sound like things have improved much in the interim.
I've had no desire to go back. If I want to get depressed it's much easier to cross the bridge into Detroit.
Oh, I love St. Augustine beach. It's one of my favourite beaches in Florida. And when you're there, remember to visit the Fountain of Youth - as in discovered-by-Ponce-de-Leon. You can drink from the fountain, you know. They give you Dixie cups. How do you think I've retain my teenaged sheen all these years?
On second thought, don't answer that.
why dont you just cut to the chase and put up pictures of your turds?
Don't tempt me anonymous. I'm serious.
i've barely seen any of the good ol' u.s. of a. but i'm already amazed by how different it feels down there.
and i mean that just the way it sounds.
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