By Liz Abrams, February 11, 2021 — I just remember South Street when they had the festival and they had the tables and chairs in the middle of South Street, and they closed South Street down during the summer. I don’t know if that’s an annual event, but I remember when my husband was on the last legs of his cancer and he lost his appetite. And so, we went to South Street and they had this wonderful barbecue restaurant on the corner.
The smell, oh the aroma would just turn your stomach into knots, and he didn’t have any appetite at all. And he hadn’t eaten any really good, substantial food in a whole week or so because the chemo had taken his appetite away. So, we went over and the guy that was behind the counter gave us an order of these delicious barbecue spareribs and fries. The restaurant’s not even there on the corner, I think it was around 7th or 8th or somewhere around there.
We sat at the table with some tourists and my husband started eating these spareribs and talking about how good they were and the smell of them and everything. And I was just about congratulating him and had tears of joy to watch him eat this food that he hadn’t eaten in so long. These people that were from Sweden [were next to us], I was clapping my hands, and they said “Why are you so happy?” and I told them. And as he got up everybody at the table got up and cheered him because he was finally eating some food.
