My brother and I got a late start out of Cincinnati on a bright Thursday afternoon. Our goal: Atlanta. We planned on making a stop at Benton's Ham south of Knoxville, Tennessee to stock up on bacon and ham, but a quick phone call revealed the closing time to be 5pm. Would we make it? Not unless we drove 90mph+ (which was probably not a good idea). So we slowed down to a leisurely 80mph and debated our options for out-of-the-way places along I75. It was between a small diner in Kentucky, or push on to Knoxville for BBQ. Figuring we would probably have our fill of pork and ribs throughout the trip, we decided to stop at Burger Boy in southern Kentucky. I was intrigued after reading praise for the fried chicken, but had heard almost nothing about the burger.
