Thursday's specialty at Threadgills is Chicken and Dumplins. It was all we could do to stay course and order our usual appetizer of onion rings followed by their world famous Chicken Fried Steak with mashed potatoes and cheesy rice and broccoli. This is the place to go when you want a real meaty CFS. It was real good, but I have to say our first stop on the tour still holds a place in my heart as my favorite. I'm just glad I'm not doing this tour thing alone. It takes two to distinguish between flavors and a background in cooking helps.
We're realizing that this tour is just as much about the people who are dining in the next booth over as it is about the steak. At the first stop, it was pretty surreal because we had a Yankee from the Boston yakking his trap in the most obnoxious way. (Truly, I'm NOT making this up!) There wasn't much noticeable at the second stop. At the third stop, we sat next to some fine tattooed folks who seemed to be meeting with their psychic wearing rose-colored glasses. In the next booth over, a quartet lunched which included a Neopolean Dynamite look-a-like.
Meanwhile, we're all sick at the Ranchette, but I think little miss Rosa Jane has it the worst. Or at least she sounds the most pitiful with her little cough and nasal congestion. The doctor's office said she was too young for any medication, so we got our precious cutey a frog humidifier and we're armed with a suction bulb to help her breathe. Don and Robyn are on the mended upswing while RJ and I are down in the depths of despair. Though RJ is just as smiley as ever and does a little dance everytime she sees me walk into the room. Who's heart wouldn't melt at the sight of that? Speedy recovery, little girl, Speedy recovery.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
Get well soon Roedners!!
Post a Comment