In 1960s Durkeeville, the northwest Jacksonville neighborhood home to the city’s Black elite, Jenkins Quality Barbecue was the place to go for smoked pork sandwiches after school. But Holley’s Bar-B-Q #2, just a quick pedal away on a banana-seat bike, did a steady business with teenagers too. The kids didn’t bother with the barbecue, though. They came for the curly fries.
“I mean, it was nothing to go back two or three times a week,” Lloyd Washington, a retired Florida Times-Union news production supervisor, recalls. “I was in love with Holley’s fries because you’d stand there and watch them peel them out.”
