@passing_thru. My husband simply hasn’t found the food of his youth here in Boston. I have learned how to make some of them for him. So, now I am categorizing what makes him happy at home, and there are some versions around town, but he doesn’t care for them.
The Highland Kitchen does offer a fried chicken on Mondays with collard greens. He found the breading on the chicken to be too heavy and the collards were salty and had more pork than he wants. Around his home, the chicken is only floured lightly, fried as pieces. His preferred sides are vinegar based cole slaw, biscuits, and perhaps some potato salad, light on the mayo.
He loves a pan fried pork chop with smothered onions, as he calls it. His Mom’s version was horrid. She baked the pork chops for [wait for it] 8 hours. The poor pig died in vain. He makes this dish with either a very thin chop or a really thick one. In between doesn’t work. Dry brine, flour and pan fry with just a slick of oil. Finish with some butter and almost-carmelized onions. His favorite sides are rice and steamed green beans, obviously a light version of the one he grew up with since those beans were cooked for a long time with pork back.
Pork ribs. Ah yes, pork ribs. His area of Georgia had a regional sauce that is like no other. Even 20 minutes away by car, the mop sauce is mustard based but not as much as a South Carolina version. We have added some carribean flavor to our mop sauce over the years, moving away from quite so much sugar.
One of his favorite food memories is whole prime rib grilled with fresh herbs with a side of biscuits, roasted or grilled potatoes and fresh tomatoes. The fresh tomatoes recur throughout his menu memories.
Pulled pork is obviously a common lunch meat with a mediocre roll, poorly cooked baked beans and greens. At this stage in his life, he would rather have a well made Mexican pork meal.
And finally peaches and pecans. They grew on the farm where his childhood home was built. This was no longer a working farm, so he was free to roam and eat anything he could find.
I don’t think that this restaurant could exist in Boston. Just too regional. And our tomatoes are just not good enough year round.