That time Steph and I went to RVA and had amazing pimento cheese, cocktails, and good ol' Appalachian-southern fare at Comfort in Jackson Ward. The struggle was real walking back to the hotel, I can tell you that much. I also think that was the day I was running on two-three hours of sleep so combined with all the comfort food—yeah I went there—I basically passed out before eleven pm. It was the best. Much thanks to Chef Travis Milton, especially for them pickles and that vinegar pie the next day. Trip was back in June. I'm incredibly behind on my photo editing/uploading.
Baby steps.
