I don't know why exactly, but barbeque seems kind of rural to me. As does off-the-beaten path barbeque restaurants. Especially when they're spelled Bar-B-Que versus BBQ or barbeque. Anyhow, last week, when we were staying in Williamsburg, it seemed like we just had to take a drive down a few backroads to eat at Pierce's. How could we not, with that name?
I wanted to buy Pierce a t-shirt, but the smallest size they had wouldn't have fit him for about another 5 years. So we decided to hold off on that.
Pierce, ironically, didn't try the barbecue. He's in an anti-spicy phase, and won't eat barbecue. So he settled for a corn dog and fries. I tried to take his picture but he gave me a fake smile. So I told him to give me a BIG smile and I got this slightly mischievious face:
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