Sid Blizzard, King Of Saturdays. 🐖 👑
Just on the southern edge of Beulaville, North Carolina—behind an unassuming brick house and a couple of feed silos, sits one of the best-kept secrets in North Carolina barbecue.
Folks who know…know. Maybe you remember Sid’s from some company picnic, back before they gave up catering. But if you haven’t heard by word of mouth, you’d never just stumble on it. That’s part of the magic.
This is a third-generation family-run spot, only open on Saturdays. Sid himself is 91 now, so you’ll see his son, Sid Junior, and even the grandkids putting in the work, side by side, making sure the Blizzard name and those secret recipes don’t go anywhere.
The menu is as stripped-down and honest as it gets: chopped whole-hog barbecue, nothing but vinegar, red pepper, salt, and black pepper. That tangy, smoky pork laid out next to creamy, crunchy coleslaw, the kind that cools your tongue just right. Hand-dipped hush puppies, golden and gooey in the middle, crisp on the outside, something no machine could ever match.
And then there’s the barbecue chicken, maybe the best you’ll ever taste. Smoky, tender, seasoned just right, the kind that’ll make you swear somebody’s daddy is still out back with a water bottle and a stick, tending the fire like it’s a sacred duty.
Show up early, and there’s a bonus: a piece of crispy skin slipped on top, not for sale, just a reward for beating the crowd. And the bigger the plate, the bigger the piece. That’s gospel.
But the real magic of Sid’s isn’t just in the food, it’s in the man himself. Sidney Blizzard, Sid to everyone, left farming in 1977. Not because he couldn’t hack it, but because he realized he could turn hogs into something even finer than the market ever paid.
He built his own pits, engineered to perfection, lined with sand to catch the drippings and keep the fire just so. He still walks the pit room, gives the famous $10 tour, and talks to every person who pulls up, like Saturday is his own personal holiday, and he’s the unofficial mayor of Beulaville.
Every visit to Sid’s is a memory in the making, a living, breathing testament to what happens when family, food, and faith in hard work collide. Places like this aren’t supposed to last. They’re supposed to fade away. But Sid’s endures, held together by love, stubbornness, and that little spark you only find in people who truly care.
So here’s your sign: next Saturday, don’t just think about it. Put on your softest t-shirt, roll down the windows, and follow your nose to Beulaville. Sid’s BBQ & Catering isn’t just a meal; it’s a pilgrimage, a reminder that the best things in life are still made by hand, tended all night, and shared by the plateful under the Carolina sky.
Go ahead. Make Saturday count. Sid’s waiting on you.
