Somethings don't always go according to plan..
So we had to spend the night in the parking lot at the A&L RV center 10 miles outside of Murfreesboro, so we had to take short showers and eat at the Huddle House (don’t call me a Waffle House traitor, there was none in the vicinity). So what. So what the RV place pawned us off on the mechanic de grange next door. So what if that mechanic showed up whenever the hell he wanted. So what we won’t get to sample the finer Q of northern Alabama . We, for some reason, were as complacent as pigs in mud- couldn’t be all the pig coursing through our veins, hmmm. Mechanic shows up and we immediately jump in the beetle and b-line to Lynchburg- Hell Fire fuzzy if were gonna miss this grand opportunity to get educated on whiskey. Education and a tour is THE only thing you will get at the Jack Daniels Distellery- no booze- you heard me- you get to smell it see it touch it, but you can’t consume it-Moore County is a dry one. Oh, the irony leaves me thirsty.
On our way out of the gift shop, mom picks up a brochure for the Caboose BBQ in Lynchburg . Oh, what the hell.
So we stop into the caboose. Colorful little joint fully decorated with checkered tablecloths, toy train that circles above your head, posters and famous people adorn the walls. The only actual bbq they have on the menu is for the pulled pork sandwich. The rest was anything from Jumbalaya to Pizza. I went to the ladies room fully assuming that upon my return there would be decisions of red beans and rice and chicken salad- surely not the big. But no, the troops stood strong- “3 pulled pork sandwiches please and one red beans and rice”. Something to note- Pola does not like pulled pork. I know, I know, and she can’t really define why- BUT she did taste the pulled pork everywhere we have been thus far. I inquired with the crew if they ordered the sandwich out of guilt or fear. Neither, they replied. We didn’t hold high expectations for the poor little sandwiches. I mean we were in whiskey tourist town and they only had a measily lil’ ol’ sandwich- and no beer- how good could it be. Well that lil’ ol’ sandwich was in the top two of the pulled pork thus far, and get this, Pola even liked it. That says something.
OK, I’m sitting in a Starbucks trying to complete this and load the last 3 posts before we get on the road to B’ham. So I guess you realize by now that the RV is fixed and we are back on the road, not on plan, but on the road nonetheless. On the road to see two dear friends that I spent all of my dear days in high school with (sans Kara who is headed to Charlotte for some Nascar)- Nicole and Beth. Break out the banners and the red carpet, we are on our way kids……
