RL Reeves Jr covers the Deep South cheeseburger scene

I’ve been eating my way across Alabama since I was a teenager riding around on an old Honda Interceptor motorbike. Back then all I really cared about was tar paper shacks serving barbecue out of pasteboard boxes, and fried catfish fish camps that would’ve suited John Steinbeck just fine.

The more rough and tumble it was the better I liked it.

Over time I evolved and started working cheeseburgers into my rambles. more

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