Wednesday lunch: Zesto's BBQ Sandwich

I have fond memories of Zesto’s. The chocolate-glazed vanilla cone that looms over Triangle City is an icon of my youth, one of the Seven Wonders of West Columbia. Mama couldn’t drive past the place without hearing my wails and Fripp’s soft sobbing from the back of the pick-up.

But if you go, go for the great cheeseburgers and the ice cream. The barbecue is not so special -- a little too runny to eat while driving -- and the cole slaw is the salty, chunky kind that’ll ruin your life. It’ll satisfy a craving in a pinch, but if first-rate pig is the order of the day, head elsewhere.