Saying Goodbye to Winston One Bite at a Time

An excellent group of boyz/men once said: it’s so hard to say goodbye to yesterday.

And they’re not wrong.

Many of you know this by now, but after 12 years of living in Winston-Salem, I’m moving north. I got a job in Richmond, Virginia. (C’mon, you didn’t expect me to leave the south, did you?)

It’s exciting. And sad. Scary, but thrilling. I have no idea what’s around the corner. (Hopefully, not an axe murderer.)

(God, I hope I don’t get murdered by an axe murderer.)

(But I wouldn’t mind watching So I Married an Axe Murderer again soon.)

(I love parentheses.)

(I love overusing parentheses.)

It’s going to be tough to leave Winston. It’s been my home. So many people I love are here. One of the benefits of leaving, at least gastronomically, is that I get to do a bit of a tour de food to say goodbye to my favorite places. Going away lunches, dinners, Togo on the couch, beautifully laid dinners on the porch. Every bite is a way to say goodbye to something I love. Well, hopefully not goodbye–more like ‘see you later.’

I’m lucky because I’m going to a city with some pretty serious food chops, but I’m going to miss some Winston favorites. I’m going to miss the chicken souvlaki from Hero House. (…that’s right.) I’m going to miss massaman curry from Teeter Thai. The burgs from Diamondback Grill. Greek salad from Mama Zoe’s. Tawook and fettoosh from Mooney’s. Cranberry turkey sandwich and spicy noodles from The Carving Board. I’m going to miss pretty much everything from Mission Pizza and The Porch.

I think it’s safe to say I’m going to miss the people with whom I have been lucky enough to share those meals more than the food itself. But, people can visit (…please, come visit) and the food can’t really.

But if a chicken souvlaki hitchhiked it’s way up to Virginia, I would let it sleep on my couch. We’d watch So I Married an Axe Murderer toether. And halfway through the movie, I would lovingly unwrap it and tenderly eat the shit out of him.

It would be rude not to eat him. I mean, he came all that way.

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6 thoughts on “Saying Goodbye to Winston One Bite at a Time

  1. I still can’t believe you’re leaving! And since we were so rude as to not be in town during your going away party, I’m just going to have to bring a couple gallons of Teeter Thai Massaman up into your hiz one day soon, with some accompanying beverages from Stella Brew.

    I hope your travels and move go smoothly and that you’re are able to make your new home warm and cozy (chicken souvlaki on couch should help) soon. Damn, who is going to pop my buttons now?!

    🙂 a

  2. Rebecca Badiner says:

    So many good memories. Hope packing and good-byes are going ok. Just went through a move so sending you good moving vibes.

    When is the big day?

    Sent from my iPhone

  3. This makes me want to drive up to Winston immediately and noms my way through that town SO HARD. What a way to say goodbye, though! Hopefully Richmond will provide just as much deliciousness though! Congrats on the new adventures!

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