Whitt’s Barbecue turns fifty this year.
I never knew Floyd, the founder, but I knew his grandson. Met him in sixth grade. We became fast friends and then bandmates and then roommates and then Best Men. I met the rest of the clan over time. Shared laughs and tears and babies and funerals and vacation houses and I get cards on birthdays and anniversaries and they’re the best damn bunch of folks a fellow could know. And they make a fine, fine hickory smoked barbecue dinner.
I'm honored to offer this print.
|110lb Lettra Paper|
|Proudly printed on 100% Cotton|
|Grab a frame: Custom or Two Stick|
|Size||13" x 20"|
|Origin||Honest Made in Mass.|