Oh my: Daisy May’s BBQ is, I have to say, better than the barbeque I ate in South Carolina the last time I was there. (Here, I had an SC-style sandwich with mustard-based sauce and coleslaw on top, plus some baked beans and spicy collards.) It even feels like a southern place, with wood paneling and those crooked magnetic letters on the menu board that barbeque joints and depressing churches always seem to use out front.
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