Every time we drive down from Raleigh to see Marianna's family in Wilmington, we stop in Warsaw. And not just because Warsaw is such an awesome name, no sir.
We stop because we are beckoned by barbecue. Smithfield barbecue, to be exact.
Where all the Warsawians and weary travelers gather to share hush puppies (NC style, in Bama they are shaped like golf balls), and sweettea and swap stories about... Continue reading