Decked out in our Sunday best, my friend’s family and I strolled over one Sunday morning to “the Surf,” a golf and beach club in North Myrtle Beach which hosts a great weekend brunch. Before hitting the buffet, my friend’s uncle (let’s call him “Uncle”) sensed that I was here not just to engorge myself…

There are some food pictures on my computer which I refer back to frequently. I open them, drool over them for a few minutes, seriously contemplate setting them as my desktop background, my cover photo, my Linkedin profile picture, finally decide against this and hesitantly close them. Yeah, sure, some of them are of luxury…

After quite an intense outing to the mall, my friend and I agreed to treat our famished bodies and tired credit cards with something that would give both a break. I had been told throughout the trip that Bojangle’s would be a good representation of Southern fast food and my friend brought it up as…