big news

Something big has happened, everyone.
It's the moment we've all been waiting for.
It's the creme dela creme.
It's the bees knees. The cream of the crop.
It's the thing that little birdie was talking about, it's the cat's pajamas, the cat's meow, the cat is out of the bag. 
It's the best thing since sliced bread, the belle of the ball, the bottom line, the bullfrog's beard. 

Without further ado....


DICKEY'S IS COMING BACK TO LYNCHBURG.

Cheers, screams, yells of panicked excitement, barbecue eyes, happy dances, shrieks of glory.

You know how long we've been waiting for this moment?
Six months and two dreadful days.

My last Dickey's post. 

But dread no more, folks, because my face is going to be a healthy, saucy brown and my teeth will be filled with okra seeds.
DICKEY'S IS BACK!
Officially re-opening TOMORROW.
Which means I will be eating there TONIGHT in my dreams and TOMORROW in reality.

We can only hope my bladder can readjust to the copious amounts of sweet tea served in the majestic Big Yellow Cups of yore.

But dear heaven, every stomach cramp will be worth it to only be blessed by the fiery tang of barbecue and the happy graces of free pickles and ice cream.

Bring it on, Dickey's, because we've missed you.
Dear Barbecue Richard, we have missed you dearly.

In love,
Cait