The moment you tear into a warm yeast roll at Wade’s Restaurant in Spartanburg, you’ll understand why people plan entire road trips around these pillowy clouds of carbohydrate perfection.
This isn’t just bread – it’s a religious experience wrapped in a golden-brown crust that makes other dinner rolls hang their heads in shame.
You walk into this Spartanburg institution and immediately get hit with that yeasty, buttery aroma that makes your knees weak and your willpower weaker.
The scent alone could probably negotiate peace treaties if we just pumped it into the United Nations building…