There are certain moments in life that you always remember. Your first kiss... your first car... the time you put a marshmallow in the microwave to see what would happen... and the first time you ate at Ridgewood.
Words cannot describe the delicious smokey flavor that is somehow imbued into every succulent bite. I can only imagine that pigs gather in a sauna like contraption and smoke for years to acquire this level of woodsiness.
The baked beans are so good you will contemplate mugging the booth next to you just to eat their plate. And the slaw... OMG the slaw.
If you're ever where the middle of nowhere meets BFE you have to stop by. Get there early, the gravel parking lot fills up fast and the wait can be long... but so so worth it.
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