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A short treatise on love, buns, sauce, and that other mythical (chopped, sliced, pulled) stuff.
An unmarked door leads to Carrboro’s modern version of a speakeasy at Peccadillo.
A little bit old, a little bit new, the Saxapahaw General Store has something for everyone.
Our State’s barbecue correspondent concludes his journey at a joint that cuts through the smoke to get to the essence of pork.
A cross section of the Queen City gets its fix here at Mac’s Speed Shop. And if a motorcycle could run on barbecue, it’d fill up here, too.
In Saxapahaw, volunteers gather to turn cardboard, cornstarch, and other odds and ends into puppets whose giant size matches the scope of their makers’ mission.
In the hallowed land of barbecue legend, a former ice cream parlor heats up the battle for bragging rights.
An Apex company makes it OK to love spun sugar, the kind of cotton you can eat.