I was traveling this week and had an overnight stop in Chattanooga. I grew up in Rome, and my grandparents lived in tiny Trenton, GA in Dade County. For those of you who haven’t heard of Trenton or Dade County, it is quite small and there isn’t much there you should know about. But looking at the map of Georgia, it is that small sliver of a county in extreme Northwest Georgia where Alabama and Tennessee converge with the Peach State.
So growing up, I’ve spent a lot of time in and around Chattanooga, albeit not recently as an adult.
So passing through town, my family and I had time for one dinner, so I searched “best restaurants in Chattanooga”. A lot of places came up on the first page, but they all looked fancy and not quite appropriate to take a the three year old who has been in the car all day. So I made a grave mistake. I went to the next page.
I was hoping for some barbecue, and the first place on the second search page was what I was looking for: Hickory Pit BBQ.
Check out this side dish:
We ain’t got time for no sissy French Fries here.
I was going to get a sandwich and stew, but with Freedom Fries on the menu, how can you turn those away? And stew wasn’t available as a side item, so I got the sandwich, fries and baked beans. I feel like if you are going to be calling your fries Freedom Fries, they need to be really special, and really good. These were not.
I believe a picture says 1,00 words, so here are some pictures of my meal:
Sometimes, a shitty looking restaurant in a shitty part of town can be really good. Or, in this case, it turns out to be shitty.