To me, nothing says the Fourth of July like good barbecue. So this week I’ll be focusing on some dern good BBQ—or at least, places where you “used to could” get it.
Sadly, Bill Johnson’s, once a Phoenix fixture, closed for good just a few months after I was there.
But I’m glad to know that on that day, at least, I came “hongry,” and got to eat my fill.
Wishing you a Fourth full of good eatin’ and barbecue that never ends!
I didn’t happen to be in St. Louis on the Fourth of July, but I might as well have been, judging by how the Old Courthouse was decked out inside. Wishing a safe and happy Independence Day to all my American readers!
We have a tradition of spending the Fourth with some friends who live down the street from us. We bring the old-fashioned hand-crank ice cream crock and the croquet set—they fire up the grill.
The best part, though, is watching the fireworks over the bay.
To everybody reading in the United States, have a happy and safe Fourth of July!
Speaking of Philadelphia on the Fourth of July, it’s been three years since I had the best sundae of my life at the Franklin Fountain—but I can still taste it like it’s right in front of me. Hope your holiday today is filled with summer heat and sweet treats!
Three years ago I got to see Philly all decked out for the Fourth of July—what better place to spend the holiday than the city that gave it to us in the first place?
To everyone reading in Philadelphia, and all over the U.S. this week: happy Independence Day!
You know, I’m not really the 4th-of-July-house-decorating type. But I sure love the old-fashioned way they do it in New England.