If I'm Dreaming, Don't Wake Me Up, or Honeymonk's (day 3)

Just about everyone I've told that I was in N.C. for a BBQ trip asked me if I'd been to Lexington. When I say yes, the next question is whether I'd gone to Lexington Barbecue. Also known as Lexington Barbecue #1 and, even more 'in-the-know', Honeymonk's or Monk's, this is considered by some to be the epicenter of barbecue. While this may be exaggeration, I'm not sure I'd disagree. The combination of great pork, a super-friendly staff and the glow (not kidding) that comes, not from the four pits in the back, but the incredible reputation, is enough to sway me in that direction. We were honored to have been served by Nathan Monk, grandson of Wayne Monk, the ginger-haired original owner (hence - 'Honey' Monk). He was kind enough to take us into the back to show us the pits.

Normally, I'd just put one or two photos here, but it was hard to choose this time, so I've put in a few. Remember, if you click on the photos, you'll see a bigger version. Then you can just hit the 'back' button to get back to the blog. The captions, going clockwise from the bottom, are 1. Ivan and a 'Chopped Platter' 2. Working For His Supper 3. Alan and the Firebox 4. A Pig in Poop!