To keep from traveling on the boring Interstate all of the time my parents would often jump off to ride a state highway. Because, face it--Interstate highways are not known for beauty and variety. If you ride the backroads you get to see isolated parks and rivers and lakes and encounter quirky villages tucked away in the country.
One spot that would always cause us to pause in our journeys was a restaurant called Fresh Air Barbecue in Jackson, Georgia. The place was legendary by the time I was a kid. We'd pull over into their big parking lot, go in and usually order sandwiches and chips to go, with drink. I know everyone says this a lot, and everyone has their favorite barbecue joint...but the barbecued pork at Fresh Air is the best I have ever tasted. It is indescribably delicious in every way. No barbecue I have ever tasted comes close.
So, when Carole and I were staying at Indian Springs State Park, we made sure to ride up to the old Fresh Air Barbecue and order a couple of meals. Carole was dubious about my stories concerning the unmatched quality of the barbecue, but she was soon singing their praises, too.
I had not been there in decades, and the flavor of their food was everything I had remembered.
Seriously. If you ever get even the slightest chance to eat at this place, do it. The world's best barbecue.
|The place hadn't changed! Pretty much as I recalled it.|
|Fresh Air Barbecue. The best 'cue I've ever tasted.|
|I love it when something remains much the same as it has existed since my youth.|
|The same sawdust floors at the outdoor benches and tables.|
|Even the interior was the same.|
|Do yerself a favor: get you some barbecue here.|