I’m doing a BBQ tour of the Carolinas. Today at Sam Jones in Raleigh I ordered a side of pork rinds and pimiento cheese
Might as well add the plate. Chicken underneath the cornbread. SWMBO ate the beans and sweet slaw.
I’ve never had the real deal fresh and hot pork rinds! And dry rub ribs are my idea of heaven.
Yum!!!
We have a local BarBQ here (Northeast Indiana) “Shigs In Pit” and they make fresh pork rinds with their signature rub on them…OMGoodness are they delicious! Now I want some!!
What is that? Like a dipping cheese?
I’ve never seen pork rinds on a menu as themselves. I go to a Mexican restaurant that has them as part of a dish with a lot of meat, and they add a nice crunch to the meal. But it would be a good option to have a side of them too.
As a southerner I am astonished when I find people unfamiliar with what I consider a staple. Enjoy!
Ha ha, you should have seen me trying to eat a bowl of porridge at a breakfast buffet in Mississippi. It was actually something called “sausage gravy.”
I’m sure there’s a lot like this. I grew up on Polish food, and Italian food, but I lived in places where those were not really known. (Well, you have “Italian” restaurants, though I’ve never seen a Polish restaurant.)
I lived in Florida for years, but I don’t remember what I ate back then.
My husband grew up in a Polish neighborhood in Chicago. There used to be all kinds of Polish delis and restaurants. Now they are just about gone.
I just went to a Polish deli. It’s small and the only one I know of.
I think what happens is that people become “American” after they move here. For instance, my great-grandparents came from Italy, and my grandmother spoke fluent Italian, as did her whole family. But my dad spoke only a smattering of Italian.
Very similar to my family. My dad was born in Germany, but moved here when he was 2. He spoke German in the home when he grew up, but stopped once he got married. He never spoke German when I was growing up. I don’t even think he spoke German to his parents when he visited them.
They moved here in 1938 to leave what was happening in Germany and for my grandfather to avoid getting drafted into the German army. Fitting in as Americans was very important to them, so learning English and using it well was very important to them.
Ya like the ones that right under “Italian Restaurant” say Pizza and Subs? If Arson wasn’t such a serious crime…
Luckily around me although there’s a ton of that crap, there’s also a lot of (real) ones because half my area is Northeast transplants. One of the reasons we picked this area, gotta have good Pizza and Italian. Handful of good Deli’s and Bakerys as well. Beyond Jersey, the Mid Atlantic has serious shortcomings there.
