Yesterday I had the urge to get out of the house and away from the piles of unwashed laundry so we took off for parts unknown and wandered the North Carolina countryside in search of a little BBQ place in Carthage that had been recommended to us. We found it without too much trouble – drove in on the main road past Goober’s Motors (I kid you not), turned left at the courthouse and went about a mile.
The day was windy and chilly (and yours truly didn’t check the forecast and said “Wear shorts”) and we should have had our meal indoors, but no one goes to the Pik-N-Pig to eat inside because it’s outside where one finds all the action.
The restaurant is located approximately 50 feet from a private airstrip and it has a lovely back patio where you can eat and watch planes fly in and taxi up for a quick bite to eat.
That’s right, children. Go run in front of aircraft while we wait for the hush puppies that are bigger than my head.
The tea was so syrupy sweet the spoon practically stood straight up in the glass, and the waitress left us a pitcher on the table so we could refill to our heart’s content.
If you’re a local reader, I recommend the trip down there. It’s about an hour and fifteen minutes from Raleigh and the experience is worth the drive. Word of caution: If you decide you want to go there for lunch, be sure you have a little change in your pocket going jing-a-ling-a-ling because it’s not that the Pik-N-Pig is expensive (it’s not) but it is CASH ONLY.
Had I been by myself we would have been out of luck, because I never carry money other than what’s rolling around in loose change in the car’s center console. Fortunately, Mr. CPQ was with us and he is responsible and doesn’t set out on journeys unprepared.
Unlike me who one summer drove 1,500 miles to Oklahoma with three children and only $2 in cash.
Who’s the goober now?
Have a nice day.