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Barring a miracle in which the Virginia Office of Vital Records gets its spit together and sends me the paperwork I requested a month ago, I’m heading to Richmond tomorrow morning. This is not entirely bad news.
I used to live in Richmond, and while I don’t miss much about it, I do think about the food often. My ideal day would be a pre—type II diabetes festival something like this:
- Breakfast at Perly’s. I’ve been ordering the same thing here for 20 years: breakfast special no. 1, with eggs any way, sausage or bacon, fried apples, and biscuit. Often, the biscuits taste like light bulbs. But when they’re on, they are freaking on.
- The most amazing fried chicken I’ve ever had, takeout from Ukrop’s, a grocery store I rarely patronized for anything else when living there and am still somewhat uncomfortable buying from because:
- It doesn’t sell beer and isn’t open on Sundays, and while I support the right of Baptists to follow their beliefs and prosper, that doesn’t mean I have to actually support them, and anyway it’s way too expensive
- One of the guys who owns it is behind pretty much every half-baked idea to revitalize Richmond, not one of which has worked and most of which are financed by tax dollars, which is a little rich for one of Eric Cantor‘s best donors.
- An early dinner at Buz and Ned’s, which I’ve written about before and which offers the best pork barbecue in the commonwealth except for maybe Pierce’s Pitt.
- A takeout chocolate pie from Bill’s, which has the worst pork barbecue in many states but amazing pies and good limeades.
Also there might be produce—-I hear that this is going to be a big peach crop year, and if I’m lucky, maybe a few Hanover tomatoes will have popped. But vegetables aren’t really a one-day-in-Richmond priority.
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