December 5, 2015:
I like Miss Myra’s.
There are some problems. They have pickle spears instead of hamburger dill chips. The greens were fine but could have used more pork. The yeast rolls were so-so. They offer (shudder!) Pepsi rather than Coca Cola, and right next to the Golden Flake potato chips! The pit man was wearing orange and blue on Iron Bowl day. The macaroni and cheese was simply shells in a cheese sauce.
But the shells were actually al dente and the sauce was good. The pork was very good — tender and smoky. It doesn’t really need any sauce but both the red sauce and the white sauce complement the meat rather than smother it. They have deviled eggs. The coconut pie was good — a pretty good crust but lots of coconut in a very good custard. They have Dr. Pepper.
And Miss Myra’s feels like a good barbecue place. It’s been there for ages. They cook over an open pit and, as you can see, were cooking a fresh batch of chicken at lunch. The walls recovered with pictures of Bear Bryant and Shug Jordan — even an ode to the greatest coach of all time. I repeat, the pit man was wearing orange and blue on Iron Bowl Day. Everyone — staff and customers alike — was friendly and chatty, and we found that there were two other groups from DC there when we were eating. I think that’s because when you come from a place like DC where there’s no good barbecue, when you go to Miss Myra’s you are coming home