Next stop after Raleigh was Greensboro. I didn’t have too long there but I did have time enough to snap a picture of the bed of a truck. Why did I take a picture of a truck bed that wasn’t mine? Because this was in it:
A crossbow! I love North Carolina. But after a day of sales calls (a great day of sale calls. The big winner of the day? The still delicious 2002 Russian Cuvee) I couldn’t stick around to see much more of Greensboro. I had to make the drive to Charlotte. Where it looked like this:
I figured if the apocalypse was about to happen then I better get some vittles in me. You know, to have enough energy to fight off all the demons on skeletal horseback that would soon break free from the sky.
So I stopped by Price’s.
Ah, good old Price’s. I decided to forgo the fried livers this time and instead went for a different varietal of chicken offal. Gizzards:
Gizzards are usually not something of which you want a whole dish. They are known to be chewy, sometimes gritty. But these were tender and crisp and had just the slightest tinge of offal.
I also got a side of creamy potato salad:
And, of course, some pig. Chopped BBQ on a sandwich with slaw:
There’s something about this sandwich that always seems wrong. It lacks any sort of contrast in texture. It could easily be eaten without teeth. For the most part this is not traditionally a good thing to be said about food. But in this case it is. Because the flavor is all that matters.
After dinner (during which the heavens did in fact open and let loose a storm of fury, eventually giving way to a pleasant evening) I took a little walk around downtown Charlotte where I saw some of the local wild life.
Mmmmm goose. Where’s that crossbow when you need it?
