December 31, 1969
[Photographs: Jed Portman]
As a traveling food writer in the South, I am intimately familiar with the kinds of greasy, salty things that most people reserve for late nights and painful mornings. These days, I'm not hung over too oftenall my traveling gets in the way of my drinkingbut, after being invited to contribute to this column, I was ready to eat like I was.
Then it happened. I went to see a band play a bar here in Charleston last Friday night. Someone bought m
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