I first wrote about Whittaker’s here, many years ago. It was a one-off piece for Christmas, one that I never really thought I’d revisit…and then I moved nearby the battered and broken-down grocery store. Within walking distance of a mile or so, this unexpected food oasis in an otherwise dried-up part of town has been a culinary lifesaver numerous times for me since.
Just don’t tell your more well-to-do friends where you got those questionable pork chops.