Let’s get one thing straight: I did not go to North Carolina for the art galleries or the “exquisite farm-to-table experiences.”
No, I hit the backroads hunting for something far more sacred-hash browns that could crackle like fireworks, coffee strong enough to wake the dead, and diners that smelled like bacon and nostalgia.
Over three days, I chased down 10 old-school spots, and let me tell you, the universe delivers. Spoiler: Every single place was a hit…