Look, I forgot to check in or take a picture, but the grilled pimento cheese sandwich and fries with sirachannaise I had at midnight at Geer St. Garden was among the most important meals I’ve ever had.
Check out GSG here. Among southern metropoli, Durham can be irritating in the manner of the college roommate who spends a semester in York and henceforth refers to "lifts" and "flats," but between these folks and Parker and Otis, but it is a northern outpost of solid pimento cheese awareness.
The Cod would also like to state a policy of not being mad at sirachannaise. It's the mayoketchup for America's Pacific Century.