Don’t Tell a Memphis Girl about Barbecue
When I ordered fries with my pulled pork sandwich, the waitress said, “It comes with slaw.”
“On the sandwich,” I corrected her.
“Yes,” she said.
“That’s what I want,” I clarified. “Slaw on the sandwich, fries on the side.”
Who does she think she is, lecturing me about the way Corky’s...