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Stopped at Vera's in Webb, Mississippi, yesterday. No sign, but you could smell the fried chicken from the street.
Back right was a steamtable, stocked with fat butter beans, skinny pole beans, and fried chicken with a spare and soft crust.
Crowd was half black, half white, more integrated than any of the churches, I'm betting.
This just in from Mark Rumph:
"Try the Fisherman's Wife, a trailer on the side of the road in Carrabelle, FL, for the finest grouper sandwich ever."
Walnut Hills is the place to go for round tables at lunch; it's downtown.
Hot Dog Man is fun for lunch. Serves what you'd think.
Jacques in the lobby of the Battlefield Inn is probably the best food in town--catfish or steak, both with cream sauce, served by big-hair waitresses, about $20/plate, best accompanied by $2 glasses of wine.
Read the "Race Issue" of the Oxford American, out in March, 2009, for a piece on Jones.
Stop by Jones for hickory-smoked barbecue that's so soft and creamy it will remind you of rilletes.
