Tonight, we went to the small town in the next county to see what was playing at their movie theater. Nothing good was showing, so we decided to drive around and find a local, non-chain restaurant where we could eat. We found a place on Main Street and I read off the Specials from the board out front (Prime Rib, All-You-Can-Eat Catfish) and he said we should stop.
We went inside and the place was wall-to-wall with customers. All the entrees came with a choice of potato, plus soup and salad bar. I got a baked sweet potato, but I saw some plates go by with homemade potato chips that looked scrumptious. The salad bar had all sorts of homemade salads with no names, and the soup of the day was white bean. It was all delicious. I was too busy devouring the food to take a picture, but I will the next time we go.
He: How long has this restaurant been here?
Waitress: Since 1910, sir.
After the waitress left, he said to me, “That’s almost a hundred effing years!” I told him that I was going to blog that he said that to the waitress and that we’d gotten thrown out for vulgar behavior. When we left, we looked at the building and “Since 1910” was written in giant letters over the name of the place.