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Berry good BBQ here!
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Berry Patch Restaurant
900 Newville Road
Orland, CA

I pulled up to the
restaurant, and not one berry patch in sight!
I did notice a rather strong scent of barbecue smoke wafting my way,
however, a good sign considering I was still inside my vehicle.
I’m going to pretend that all
of the stares I got as I walked in were the locals’ way of welcoming me and not
because I was a female dining solo.
Additionally, I’m going to pretend that the continued stares were the
result of other diners’ attempts to telepathically suggest what to order for
lunch.
I had one craving today:
MEAT! Lots of it! With as few accompanying carbs as possible,
thank you. I settled on the Bar-B-Q Pork
Sandwich, justifying the sandwich roll solely as the means to transport meat
into my piehole.
Moments later, it
arrived. A toasted, sturdy roll was
piled high with ten to twelve slices of smoky, fork-tender slices of pork, with
just enough sauce for moisture. No other
condiments or toppings were needed. A
toothpick held the monstrosity together.
The small side dish of cole slaw went completely ignored.
If only I could have gone
ignored! I felt a few eyes on me as I
scarfed down that delectable sandwich.
Did they think I was going to dine and dash? While waiting for a to-go box for the second
half of my sandwich, I grabbed my purse and made my way to the ladies room to
see their reactions. They were nonplussed. The mystery remains.