Fine Dining Southern Style

Glenn and I are travelling this week and we had a funny lunch experience that is worth sharing. We were in North Carolina at the time and had been out driving, checking out the scenery when Glenn spots a roadside BBQ place. Of course these are quite common and usually some of the best places to eat. It looked clean and was even getting a fresh coat of paint so we go in and find a booth. As we walk in Glenn immediately takes note of the decor and when the waitress asks what we'd like to drink he orders a Diet Coke.


"Sorry" she says "we only have Pepsi". What?


(Apparently they love Coca-Cola so much they don't want to waste it on the customers.) That's OK, we move on. I'm checking out the menu. Glenn wanted me to experience authentic southern BBQ and slaw but I'm eyeing the Hot Steak plate. Not something I eat very often since it can single-handedly close off my aorta but I'm on vacation and a little diner like this can usually work magic with anything involving gravy. I notice that all plates come with a choice of two vegetables. "Wow vegetables that's different" I'm thinking, so I scan down. Here are the vegetable choices: French Fries, Baked Beans, Mashed Potatoes, Pinto Beans, Mac and Cheese, Green Beans, Potato Salad, Red or White Slaw, or Salad.

This sheds a little light on the obesity epidemic in our nation. "Do these vegetables make my butt look fat?"
Glenn goes for the BBQ and I go with the Hot Steak. It turns out I didn't need to worry about the vegetable choices because she didn't ask for them anyway. The food arrives, it's looking good... Hey wait a sec, what's that little black thing in the slaw? You guessed it, a dead fly! Yep served with a dead fly tottering right there on the edge of the coleslaw. We flicked the fly off and he ate it anyway giving wide berth to the fly area.

We figured if he would have sent it back she would have just flicked it off and brought it back so as he put it "I just saved her the walk." That's my guy, ever thoughtful!
The food wasn't very good, not really a surprise by this point but we were pleasantly surprised that we didn't get any food borne illnesses.
Here are a couple of miscellaneous pictures.
This was my Hot Steak plate. Notice the white hamburger bun which was so eloquently described as "Texas Toast" on the menu.

This is the booth we choose because we needed to charge my phone and the power cord was conveniently located just hanging over Glenn's left shoulder.

So the next time you are passing through Mocksville North Carolina and you notice C's Bar-B-Que think of us but whatever you do don't go in!

Hippie Chick

Today's post deals with a subject so sensitive that I am reluctant to even write about it. The topic is hair, specifically my hair. Since I am the type of person who would love to go through life being as close to invisible as possible I really hate to mention something about my appearance. I guess I feel that it is somewhat like an elephant in the room and it's time to come out with it, whatever it turns out to be. Deep breath...I guess I'm growing my hair out. I'm not sure why and I don't even like it but for some reason I haven't cut the length for about a year now. I'm now at the point where I have a strange morbid curiosity about what will happen if I keep letting it go, but I hate looking in the mirror or dealing with it when I get out of the shower. In my 40 plus years I have had "long" hair a couple of times. When I was little of course with ringlet pony tails (definitely mom's choice)

and once after my first year of college,

yes a rebellious time, when I did the early '90's all one length frizzy thing with Bono and Michael Hutchence as my hair role models.


There are some very good reasons that I have had short hair for the majority of my years, the main one is that I look good in short hair but also it's way easy and Glenn likes it short. So why, you and I are both asking am I growing it out? The only thing I can think of is that my mid-life crisis is upon me. I know I've been feeling restless and now that I've come this far in my unintentional growing out process I'm feeling stubborn and as always a bit rebellious. I've determined that I now want to get it into a pony tail! Yeah that's right a pony tail! Take that world!
Will I like it? Probably not. Will I chop it all off soon thereafter? Most likely. Am I a complete nut case? Definitely.
So there you have it. The elephant has now been introduced to all the world. I'm signing off with a current picture if you haven't seen me lately and may I just say, "Let the games begin!"