I went to Florence, S.C. a few weeks ago. I ate in a place called "Shane's Rib Shack" and it was awesome. Had the best "greens" I have EVER HAD. They put something in them, honey or molasses or something sweet like that. When I got ready to leave, I noticed a sign on the wall (literally a metal street sign) that mentioned that the original Shane's Rib Shack was in McDonough, Georgia. I lived there for years, and never saw a Shane's. I Googled that shit, and sure enough, five "Shane's" in McDonough. I don't know how long they have been there, but I have never seen one. I think its funny how many restaurants you see that claim to be either the "Original", or one of hundreds. I imagine the pre-opening banter between the older employees, and the new guy. "Hey!, that shit may fly over at Sweeney's Hot Salad to Go number 32, but not here at Original Sweeney's!" "We put on the paper hat, but we cock it to one side like Ol' Fred did when he opened the place thirty God Damn years ago next April!" That's what I'm thinking when I'm eating them greens, which again, were incredible.
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