Saturday, February 11, 2012

Good eating down south

Left Brain and I headed out to eat lunch on Friday, mainly because it was just too depressing to sit stuffed inside the soggy canned ham for another day.  The car seats are almost dry now, so it's usable without the trash bag and beach towel again.

We ate at a little place called Las Vegas, I wasn't sure where the restaurant was, there wasn't any overly large sign and the building was nondescript.  But the parking lot was full and we need to put in our name for a table and wait.  And it was worth the wait!

I had the Lady's Plate special and he had the Gentlemen's Plate special, even though I'm certainly no lady!  It was to die for.  As my friend Beth would understand - it was "song worthy" and it was all I could do not to burst into singing "Oh sweet mystery of love at last I've found you".  We will definitely be going back there...soon if it keeps raining.

Long Live the Queen of Good Eats

1 comment:

  1. For me if it was chicken fried steak with gravy and mashed potatoes I could feel that I was home in the South... and of course a big cold glass of sweet tea.