There wasn't a sign above the door, well there wasn't even a door, but if there was a sign it would read: Abandon Your Belts All Ye Who Enter Here!
Ignore the fact it only looks like a dilapidated porch from a rough wood-house built in the 1900's. Ignore the holes in the screens, the wood siding that is falling off, and the mostly-faded sign that reads the "Hickory Hut." Ignore the fact the place is nothing more than a porch that's connected to a small kitchen, and the only thing to sit on is a couple of old park benches.
You won't be able to ignore the smoke and heavenly scent emanating from the giant wood burning grill that sits out back. Nor will you be able to ignore the quality of the barbecue, or how stuffed you feel after you throw away the styrofoam box that your meal came in.
The place isn't big on amenities, but it is huge on sending its customers away stuffed full of good BBQ. The only hitch: the Hickory Hut is in Camden, AR. There are a lot of miles between it and the rest of the country.
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