For decades in a backyard in Chapel Hill, there was a post-Thanksgiving meal tradition: football. A game in which family became foes, and touch became tackle. One writer remembers it as the stuff of legend.
If you were a Tar Heel 20 or 30 years ago, you might’ve walked Franklin Street’s wide sidewalks and quieted your grumbling belly with a slice of Pepper’s pizza or a sloppy Hector’s gyro. But now, Chapel Hill is food central, gaining recognition from places far and wide for its diverse cuisine