This barbecue joint is located near my childhood home, in Richmond, Virginia.
Well, it was. It's being torn down today, according to North Richmond News.
The home where I grew up was condemned, demolished, paved over, and replaced with a mall. Perhaps this classic icon of hillbilly culture will be, too. Maybe a Starbucks will sprout in its ashes.
Bill's specialized in traditional Virginia-style pulled pork barbecue in a fermented cayenne vinegar sauce. There are many regional varieties of barbecue in America. This is the kind I was raised on, not the kind that became mainstream American BBQ, not that sweet, thick sauce.
Bill's was famous for a wide variety of carby, sugary, fake-whipped-cream-topped pies, too. And limeade drink.
I remember the food tasting good. But then, when we were children my brother and I sometimes ate cat food out of curiosity, so we were no culinary connoisseurs.
Anyway. Bye-bye, Bill's.
You can buy the signs if you want:
"The signs out front are all for sale. The entire set on the pole is $5,000. The main sign can be had for $3,000, and the pigs are $1,000. Contact Mitzi Wyatt-Jenkins at (804) 338-4258 to purchase."
All hail autophagy.
And blame Obama.
(Via Doug Dobey)