Speaking of Carolina 'Cue, here's an interview about the subject with Richard Petty, from an old Bon Appetit I had laying around:
FEEDBACK: Richard Petty
So what kind of things did a boy in Randleman, North Carolina, eat as a kid?
We ate just plain ol' beans and taters. My mother never made a lot of exotic stuff. My favorite meal was -- and is -- pinto beans and onions and corn bread and a glass of milk.
We hear a lot about North Carolina barbecue. What can you tell us about it?
In North Carolina, we have three different kinds of barbecue. We've got "down east," where they put a lot of tomatoes in the sauce. When you go on west, you get a lot of mustard in the sauce. Here we do "Lexington" barbecue, which is more of a vinegar-based deal. Basically, the meat is cooked the same way no matter where you are. What makes the difference is what you put in the sauce and how you handle it -- whether you marinate the meat in it or just throw the sauce on the meat as you put it on the fire.
Was there anything special that you ate before a race?
Nope. I'd eat whatever it took. My idea of eating is that I eat just enough to load my tank. It's like going to a service station, you know what I mean? So it didn't make any difference to me whether it was crackers and peanut butter or steak and lobster, as long as my tank was full. What I'd do was eat a lot of things like spaghetti and stuff a day or two before the race, and take on a lot of fluids.
Which speedways have the best food?
A racetrack is no place to eat. It's a stadium. You can get a hot dog, and that's about it.
If you could invite any three NASCAR drivers to dinner, who would they be?
I'd probably go with some of the boys that I used to race with, like David Pearson, Cale Yarborough and my son, Kyle -- because he'd be sure to keep everything stirred up good. I'd invite these guys because they were some of my best competition and we could talk about some of those fights and stuff we had.
Do you have a secret culinary indulgence?
Not that I know of. I mean, I don't eat anything I'm ashamed of.