The guy next to me on the plane sneezed and coughed all the way from take off in White Plains to touchdown in Atlanta, so when I got my rental car, I desperately sought prophylactic health food. How fortunate for me -- and for any hungry traveler arriving at Hartsfield Airport -- that the Barbecue Kitchen is practically around the corner; for this place doesn't just specialized in barbecue; vegetables are its calling. In desperate need of good-for-you food, I ordered collard greens, rutabagas, and squash casserole to accompany my plate of hickory-smoked pork. Each was a shot in the arm -- the greens plain and leafy and powerfully GREEN, the rutabagas tasting of sweet earth and fresh-dug roots, the squash falling-apart soft and innocent.

![]() Fresh Rutabagas
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![]() Barbecue Pork
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![]() Collard Greens
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![]() Bread Basket
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![]() Squash
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