Hey, Bill V., I’m making a run to KC next week, just to meet a couple of buddies at Stroud’s and do some serious damage to my arteries. I’ll send you a gravy-stained postcard.
Zataar, when I attended UMKC, I always parked on the street just a couple of blocks from the Rockhurst GCG. I’d walk past it every night, sniff the mouth-watering fried chicken aroma, think about the 30-minute drive home, and almost invariably wheel back into the drive-thru for a box of something to tide me over. Man, do I miss that place.