From our apartment it is three blocks south to the catholic church, turn right for six blocks, arrive at Willies to park in the baptist church parking lot. There is a sign that reads, 'Welcome Willies BBQ Customers'. One can only assume that Willie tithes.
Willies is such a blend of old, very old and fake old that is hard to sort out what is real and what is yard sale.
After a couple of trips, that all seems inconsequential. As always, ultimately it's the food.
People chopping up various smoked meats per order, and piling it on a plastic plate with more sides and pickled jalapenos than a normal human could eat.
Oh, the elegance of foot polished floors, varnished flakeboard paneling and plastic red-checked table coverings. Somehow it all seems to come together and feel right at home here.