Little Rock, AR
I have to say that I didn’t expect much from Little Rock. Perhaps that’s why we were so impressed with it. Driving into town I heard an advertisement on the radio for Sync magazine which had an article on the best tamales in town. Now it turns out that the residents of Little Rock are slightly obsessed with tamales, which I can understand because I am, too. Tamales are served in basically every restaurant in town. In other words, you can order a side of tamales with your steak, your spaghetti, or your Indian curry. So we found the magazine, read the article, and headed to Doe’s Eat Place. We knew it was going to be delicious because it was located in the ghetto, bordered by homeless people, and looked like a building specifically made for nefarious activities. And these were some nefariously wonderful tamales, served with a side of chili, and enough saturated fat to drop Lance Armstrong. Read the rest of this entry »
