Steer wrestling, a practice credited to legendary cowboy and rodeo star Bill Pickett, usually involves leaping onto a steer from the back of a specially trained horse. At the Madison
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Jud Watkins grew up fishing and oystering on the waters around Wrightsville Beach. Like his father and grandfather, both fishermen, it was where he felt most at home. One chilly
Jud Watkins grew up fishing and oystering on the waters around Wrightsville Beach. Like his father and grandfather, both fishermen, it was where he felt most at home. One chilly
Jud Watkins grew up fishing and oystering on the waters around Wrightsville Beach. Like his father and grandfather, both fishermen, it was where he felt most at home. One chilly
Jud Watkins grew upfishing and oystering on the waters around Wrightsville Beach. Like his father and grandfather, both fishermen, it was where he felt most at home. One chilly fall day out in the marsh, Jud and his dad, Bruce, wondered: Why aren’t there more breweries around here? The longtime home brewers promised each other that they would change that.
But just two months after they agreed to go all in on their dream, Bruce passed away. Jud knew he had to keep his promise, and in 2017, he and his wife, Amber, opened Wrightsville Beach Brewery.
Today, people gather in the shaded beer garden to listen to music, drink a pint, eat pizza (with beer-infused crust), and, of course, enjoy the oysters. Because Jud is a licensed commercial fisherman, he’s able to buy directly from other fishermen, which means that he has the freshest seafood just about anywhere.
“Most places you go will tell you they have North Carolina or Virginia oysters. But we’re what we call ‘hyperlocal,’” Jud says. “We literally name the exact island ours come from. ‘The north end of Masonboro, section B6.’ Basically we nerd out on oysters.”
And while he’s pretty busy these days, Jud always finds time to get out on the water, where it all began.
This tiny city block in downtown Greensboro once had a gigantic reputation. Not so much for its charbroiled beef patties — though they, too, were plentiful — but for its colorful characters and their wild shenanigans.
In the 1950s, as Americans hit freshly paved roads in shiny new cars during the postwar boom, a new kind of restaurant took shape: the drive-in. From those first thin patties to the elaborate gourmet hamburgers of today, North Carolina has spent the past 80 years making burger history.