What I love about the Triad: Reidsville edition
My fiancé is from the big city of Charlotte. I'm from the small town of Reidsville. But all it takes is one establishment good at its craft to get hometown bragging rights.
We were in Reidsville this weekend, meeting with florists as part of our wedding planning. When our stomachs started to rumble, I laid out the lunch options: We could grab something fast at a national chain, like McDonalds or Subway. Or we could visit one of the places that puts Reidsville on foodies' maps -- Short Sugars.
He chose the latter -- and he chose wisely. When we entered Reidsville's barbecue landmark, we were greeted by the sweet, smoky smell of pork that had been cooked just right. We both ordered chopped barbecue plates with buns, which held enough meat to have a hefty sandwich with pork to spare paired with tangy coleslaw and crisp, golden hush puppies.
After my fiancé finished his sandwich, I asked him what he thought. "That's some good barbecue," he said, a look of pure contentment on his face.
Of course it is. Score one for the small town.