Yesterday my mother and sister Cindy asked if I'd join them for a Barbecue at Uncle Sam's. While sitting in the restaurant I couldn't help but think of dad. I almost always eat my BBQ sandwiches with slaw on them. I am not a big fan of cole slaw, but I will eat it atop smoked dead pig. It's the way dad got me eating it.
I thought it grotesque looking when I was a kid. After decades of seeing my dad eat it that way, somewhere along the way I tried it. It's been a favorite ever since. I believe dad's favorite BBQ was prepared in Chattanooga at a place called Sportsman BBQ. Mother tells of a time when they ate Sportman's barbecue three times in a single day. That's right - for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
A great thing about eating at the Sportsman on Brainard was that it was adjacent to a Baskin-Robbin's Ice Cream. My mother loves ice cream and we'd ALWAYS follow a BBQ with one of the 31 flavors. That Sportsman location is no longer there, but there is one at the foot of Signal Mountain. I'll make sure I eat there next time I'm out that way.
This is what dad always ordered at a barbecue joint:
One barbecue sandwich, meat sliced, with slaw
One 6 oz., bottled coke
One pint of milk (Mother once told me that the milk was medicinal)
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