Day 33 – Lunch in Hemingway, SC
Had a delicious lunch in a fantastic shed-turned restaurant. It’s called The Pack House and I can’t give you directions since despite Google Maps, I think we went down 4 alleys (and Hemingway does not have an intricate alley system) and made 17 left turns. We should have skipped Google Maps and looked for men in trucks rubbing their bellies as they left – the best indicator of good food.
Our delicious lunch included fried chicken, a shovel full of mashed potatoes and black-eyes peas and snaps for me, all heavily seasoned with delicious salted pork products. Jeff had pork chops, the ubiquitous shovel of potatoes and gravy and corn (why?). We both had peach cobbler for dessert and some teeth-tingling sweet tea. It was great and I’d definitely go back.
And if you’re looking for ambiance, the restaurant featured dried tobacco leaves and animal traps on the walls. I’m not kidding about the animal traps or about enjoying a great meal. I’d definitely go back again without google maps.
Getting into a writing groove as summer is halfway over for me today, but I will enjoy a few more weeks of balmy (code for hotter than Satan’s belly button) summer time before school librarian life begins again.