Folks around here call him J.D., his mama calls him Chip, the I.R.S. knows him as David, and I his wife, call him... well never mind.
Back before there was a J.D.’s Bar-B-Que, there was a boy with a dream. No, seriously, there really was. In rural North Carolina, growing up with county fairs, pig pickings, and plenty of parties, a spark was ignited. What better way to share that love of friends, family, and food, than by opening a ’que stand.
In 1999, when the opportunity came knocking, J.D. answered and started doing what he does best: Feeding people and shooting the breeze.
Flipping through the paper, he found a little bar-b-que stand for sale, and bought it. He quit his construction job on Friday and started selling bar-b-que on Monday. So much for giving his boss a two-week notice, but you’re not going to complain about that are you? The name is in honor of his brother Jeff, and his father David, both passed away when he was a little boy. It just stands to reason that people started calling him J.D., and it stuck. Feel free to call him whatever you see fit.
And by the way, I call him Honey.