The name fits

A week ago I was out of town at a professional development seminar. One of the six meals at the seminar was open for us to do our own thing, and I had a dilemma. Which of two barbecue restaurants should I try?

One was a small hole-in-the-wall place with a small (5-gallon?) smoker on the back porch. The other was an established restaurant that had a significant pile of hickory wood out back.

I went with the bigger restaurant, and got some real smoked pork. It was dry and I was in a hurry, but it was nice to get the real stuff. Decent fries and hush puppies came with the meal. The entrances and exits to the parking lot at the restaurant were cleverly labeled "Pig In" and "Pig Out."

...Kinda fits that The Smokey Pig was in the town of ASHland.

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In a strange twist of "fate," I found myself at Harrisonburg's The Smokin' Pig this week. The guy there saw the business card I had in my money clip from The Smokey Pig. He was glad to know the Ashland restaurant's meat was too dry. The two similarly-named joints are close to three hours apart, but the Harrisonburg guy constantly gets calls via directory assistance looking for the Ashland place.

Posted by JRC at June 16, 2005 10:16 PM | TrackBack