Finding this web site, "Roadfood.Com" is up there on my list of best memories for this year!
It was very hot outside…and I had been lugging a 25 pound camera on my shoulder for two hours. I’m not a photojournalist, just a producer who usually sits in the air conditioning all day.
I could fall asleep right now.
God bless ’em, the sweet people at the Country Cookin chain in Virginia…when I fell asleep at the table and they tiptoed around me and a sleepy reporter covering a drought. And they brought us lots of water. During a drought.
I already posted my most memorable moment under the Wheel Inn at Cabazon review. The waitress there served us a piece of peanut butter pie with her thumb in it. When she pulled back her whipped-cream-covered thumb, she looked at it expressionessly and walked off in such a blase manner, I watched to see if she would lick it off right in front of us. It was damn good pie, though.
Wow. I missed this topic before. [:I] Great stories, everyone.
I would also like to chime in with thanks to RubyRose for telling that story. What a wonderful experience!! And you’re right, that’s what it’s all about. [:)]
Just can’t let this subject die.
Went to Po-Peeps this morning for breakfast. Running out of coffee I looked for the lone waitress. She was holding her head in both hands leaning over the counter. She finally recovered (?). I waved my cup in the air. When she came to the table "Den" said – "You read my mind.". She said her mind reading was off today and she admitted to seeing me waving my cup in the air. Hey, it was fun for us…guess you had to be there.[:p][:)]
Talk about a chilly willie!!![8D]
They like to prance around in their thong bikinis and tans and make the rest of us jealous!![8D][8D]
Strange place for Brazilians to end up – Alaska! [}:)]
I once sent one of my Brazilians downstairs for a bucket of ice…….he came back with a box of rice. Ah well, you can’t win ’em all.
You have your own stash of brazilians?
Wow, there really are no laws up there, huh?
No laws whatsoever…….The Last Frontier……..that’s why I love it so much. Naughty girl, naughty girl. [:p][:p][:p][:p]
It seems that we have "patient sucker" written on our faces when we walk into a place. We have been asked SO many times to be used for training the new waitstaff. Can’t remember the places or names, but bless thier hearts the experiences we have had sure livened up the meal. A free one at times…[:D]
There is a joke within the deaf community (I’m an interpreter), that when Bush Sr. took office, all the deaf people started relocating to Dallas. Why? The president told them, "Read my lips…go to Texas"
Ort. – you never cease to amuse and crack us up! Ice water…..fly swatter, same difference. As Woody Allen said, "I won’t eat any food that begins with the letter "F"……like Chicken". I once sent one of my Brazilians downstairs for a bucket of ice…….he came back with a box of rice. Ah well, you can’t win ’em all.
I forgot one. When I lived in Tulsa in 1977/78, I used to visit a neighborhood mom-and-pop cafe, often coming in at the slow time between 2:00 and 5:00 P. M., when I had to be at work. The owner’s sepulgenarian mother worked there, and she waited tables at that off-hour. She was quite spry, but slightly hard-of-hearing. I asked her for a glass of ice water, and instead she brought me the fly swatter. – Not once, but twice! "You’d think I’d learn by now," she mumbled the second time.
That place made a really good chicken fried steak, the accompanying mashed potatoes were always lumpy, and the over-top gravy was peppery-licious.
Stopping My Rambling, Ort. Carlton in Staying-Here Athens, Georgia.
AMEN!! to Ruby Rose. Thank you a zillion times!
My best roadfood memories are, in as-I-thought-of-them order:
1) Meeting Ma Groover at the late, lamented Pig ‘N’ Plate in Valdosta, Georgia. Oh, my… what a place!
2) Eating Mrs. Bonner’s sweet tater pie in Crawfordville, Georgia. And knowing Mrs. Bonner… hey, I even met Mr. Bonner (Eugene)!
3) Stumbling into Mae’s Whiz [All Around] in Louisville, Kentucky at 3:30 A. M. on a drizzly morning; eating with a homicide detective beside me, regaling me with stories of cases he was working on; having the night-shift manager come around the counter and hug me as I was leaving.
4) Eating my first homemade pirogen at a diner in Drinker, Pennsylvania and having the owner bring me out seconds free, then sit and watch me enjoy them.
5) Finally wandering into The Normaltown Cafe’ here in Athens and getting to know the food and the talented people who prepare it… especially Travis, the genius chef (his soups are works of art in a bowl) and Lauren, who concocted meat loaf omelettes for me with all sorts of insane add-ins, and received great joy watching me devour what she had fixed. (She is now cooking elsewhere, alas – but The Normaltown is still excellent.)
6) Having my friend D. J. Hack (who posts as Eel Ranch) drive me down to Waterbury, Connecticut from his former home in Litchfield and take me to Uncle Willie’s.
7) Finding Ma’s Kitchen in Stockbridge, Georgia, where I ate the best fried okra and fried chicken livers I ever tasted. The place is closed now; both Ma and her son, the cook ("Don’t call me no chef!" he chuckled.) died and nobody was up for continuing after that.
8) Checking by this website, watching these forums (fora?) develop, and becoming a part of the ongoing idea exchange.
That’s everything I can think of at the moment.
Nostalgically Submitted, Ort. Carlton in Vivacious Athens, Georgia.
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