In Hornby, Tennessee, just a wide spot in the road, is a wonderful place called the Sharcropper's Inn, the southern version of a roadside diner. We discovered it in 1991 while making a "Blue Highways; cross-country trip. We dined on the most marvellous barbecue served on rolls with cole slaw added to the sandwich. This was strictly a local place, and we found ourselves being invited to take part in a birthday lunch for a nice old boy. In attendance were several daughters and their husbands, a gaggle of grandchildren, plus the old boy himself with wife and very elderly father. It was a most wonderful lunch, and we will never forget it.
Such instances don't come very often.
Such instances don't come very often.
