Murray's Barbecue Sandwich... even better than the tender crisp bacon cheddar ranch
Hannah Jane, Petunia, and I ducked into Murray's in Cayce this weekend. Nice place, even with a lotto machine at the bar. (Ordering hash is the only game of chance I like to play at restaurants.)
The barbecue sandwich I ordered was the vinegar and pepper, North Cackalacky variant with some sauce on the side to cater to this side of Carowinds. It was good, I can't lie. I didn't even use the sauce, except for on Hannah Jane's fries.
I get the impression that Murray's is where folks from Gaston and Swansea go for a night on the "town." Then they hop right across Charleston Highway to this "members only" bar. Why does members only sometimes give me the same eerie feeling that states' rights used to?
Oh, I remember why. My friend Jim told me about this members only diner up near Flo-town that he went to with his co-worker for lunch. The guy said not to worry about it, but when Jim walked in, he still felt obliged to ask one of the servers, "Do I need to be a member?"
"Oh, you're a member," she said back. Once his buddy clued him in, Jim realized his credentials were simply that he was a white dude. Think about how jacked up that is.
Gervais says, if Darius ain't welcome, you can count me out as well.























