The only thing standing between me and a size 10 is Moe's BBQ. Stupid, delicious Moe's.

They hail from Alabama and you can taste it in every slow smoked bite of goodness. That pan baked corn bread with jalapeño in it... The homemade slaw... The banana pudding with NILLA WAFERS... but for me, seriously, it's the sweet potato casserole and the jambalaya. WTF were they thinking bringing food like that to the mountains? Oh, you evil makers of the good southern food.