I’ve grown up in the South, where food is fried and biscuits are doughy.
It’s been good times.
When I married Josh, he was a normal fried okra dough biscuit eater just like me.
He still is, but over the years I’ve watched him become so much more. He discovered how much he loved the art of good food. And as picky as I am, I have branched out….a lot, for me.
So when we go on date nights or excursions or whatever, we like to see what we can find. Local, hole-in-the-wall places are always the best kind, and face it – there’s a sharp satisfaction in knowing you’re thumbing your nose at places with packaged preserved freezer food.
Last weekend we found THE place.
It was amazing.
We had no idea what to expect, but isn’t that always the best?
We got our beers out of the freezer, sat down, ordered burgers. I was not overly excited, I mean I’ve had burgers.
Then Josh got curious about the steak on the plates of the guy and girl close to us.
He asked them what was up with their steakful plates when the menu was clearly steakless.
Turns out you can pretty much custom order anything out of their fancy free range organic pampered and petted produce section. The girl part of the duo we befriended (I didn’t think to get her name, but her dress was awesome and so was her steak) chopped up a little sampling of the stuff they’d preordered so we could try it.
I had never wanted to fold an entire steak in half and cram it down my throat before…but now I have.
I didn’t do it, but I so wanted to.
Our burgers came and…
I want to go back every weekend. It was like eating at a friend’s house – a friend with ALL of the meat and ALL of the beer.
You guys should totally go.