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Just fire and hickory, brick and Smoke. Don't spice up nothin,''
George Archibald Jr. tells me as he hoses down the coals. I'm sitting at the counter on one of the seven stools. On a nice day, you might want to eat outside. There are three picnic tables under the pines.
Otherwise, you're getting it to go.
George Sr. started selling barbecue in this small building behind his home back in 1961. George Jr. remembers mopping the floors for a quarter a day back then. George Jr. is joined behind the counter by his friend Arthur Wilkes. "We're a lot closer than brothers; we're friends," says George. "We're both Juniors, and our fathers were friends. We used to be built for speed, but now we're built for comfort."