Am I the only one that sees the subliminal message here - especially on Christmas day?
Here's hoping you made it through another Christmas without maxing out the credit cards or gaining an extra pants size in the process of celebrating.
Merry Christmas and thanks for visiting!
Like some sort of covert operation underway, I sent my daughter a text message moments earlier; "The package has been shipped" and with less than a year in the military under her belt, she responded with a quick text, "Roger That".
And so I returned to the house empty handed and the big dog, Gracie looked at me with puzzled eyes. I had only left a short while before with the little dog, Panda, and now I was home, and now it was Gracie laying in the coveted dog bed beneath the desk in my office that the two dogs would often compete for.
When my daughter and her husband moved to New Jersey, she had made it pretty clear that she wanted Panda, her little dog, to go live with her in the snow. And that is fine, but I guess I didn't expect it to really happen. So when she called me Thursday and said she was ready, I was a bit surprised. I immediately started in with all the required details and forms and logistics and such, only a little hoping to convince her to forget the idea. But she was pretty confident in wanting Panda and willing to pay.
So, Friday, Panda and I made a little trip to the vet to make sure she was up to date on shots and such and to get the certificate of health to fly. Then, my wife and I went to PetSmart to get a bigger dog carrier because the one we had seemed awfully small for a trip between San Antonio and Philadelphia.
And it is cold in New Jersey, so Panda had to have a new jacket to fly in.
Last night I gave her a nice bath just to make sure she would smell fresh for her big day of air travel - though if she pees or poops in the cage, that freshly bathed smell won't last long.
I had to be at the Air Cargo terminal by 6am this morning to drop Panda off. I never use an alarm clock since my natural body clock wakes me up around 5am every day. But just to be sure, I asked my wife to set her alarm for 5:05am. Sure enough, when her alarm went off at 5:05am, I was sound asleep. That's odd. I got up to brush my teeth and for some reason the clock in the bathroom said 4:06am. I looked at the clock on the wall and it also said 4:06. When I was done brushing my teeth, I went out to the bedroom and my wife's alarm clock said it was 5 but my digital clock said it was only 4. WTF? Oh well. So I've been up since 4:05 this morning.
The girls got up with me and I let them run outside into the chilly morning air and do their collective business and play around in the yard as I brewed a pot of coffee. I don't think there is anyway to tell two dogs to hug one another or say their goodbyes, so I just let them play. And then I grabbed Panda's travel cage, went out and heated up the van and set the Garmin for 10000 John Saunders Road. With that, I put Panda's little pink jacket on and we were off. Gracie went back to bed.
Here is a nice little piece of information for you if you ever have to go to 10000 John Saunders Rd, Suite 39 by the San Antonio Airport. You can't get to that building from John Saunders Rd. Yea, turns out that the building may technically located at that address, but it is fenced off by an Avis car rental place. You have to get to the Air Cargo place near the Airport Post Office over off of Jones-Maltsberger. But we found it, filled out the appropriate paper work, paid the man and chatted with a lady who was shipping a little Chihuahua some place. She is an old pro at shipping dogs and told me not to worry.
But as I left building to walk out to the van, I could hear a slight whimper. It could have been Panda or any of the other dogs (apparently, lots of dogs get shipped right before Christmas), but regardless, it gave me that little wince of sadness. Just a little.
And as soon as I got in the van and turned on the radio, the whimpering was gone and I thought happier thoughts of how excited my daughter will be this afternoon when she finally gets her dog and Panda gets to pee in the snow for the first time. I hope she takes pictures...
A few times a month, I have been taking pictures of the construction along the new sections of the River Walk because I think it will be interesting when it is completed to go back and see the different stages of progress. I think you can see from the outline of the walls being built that it will be a very nice place to visit, and hopefully, there will be plenty of new shops and restaurants to bring out of town guests for a visit.
But as residents of San Antonio, I find our River Walk to be a fine place for a visit, especially this time of the year with the lights and the cheery atmosphere. So my wife and I took our son down to take a look at the lights and grab a bite for dinner, and while there, I took a few pictures of the completed portion of the walk. 
We got downtown and parked just minutes before the lights would be coming on and before we hit the River Walk, we took a few minutes to enjoy the Alamo and the HEB Christmas Tree.
I love HEB and I especially appreciate how they market themselves by doing so much for the community. I'm not silly enough to think that they don't gain from the exposure of such high profile community participation, but then again, I don't see anything wrong with it.
Do you suppose the Spurs paid for this little tree ornament, or did the folks at HEB throw it in for free?
Looking away from the tree and the Alamo, you can see the new big Grand Hyatt San Antonio hotel being built over by the convention center. 
This was sort of interesting - Woolworth's is no longer with us downtown but I get the feeling that nobody wants to be the guy to dig up the letters that marked the entry. 
Down on the actual River Walk, the lights were on and it was rapidly turning dark. Like most amateurs, I have no idea what to do with my camera settings when it starts to get dark, so you get what you get. 
I could tell you that I was going for some artistic style here, but that would be a lie. I point and shoot and this is what the River Walk looks like.
I'm sure our visitors and conventions bureau will be thrilled with the national television quality of my shots. (But I do like this one).
So we walked up and down a portion of the River Walk, but in honesty, not even a quarter of it. I love seeing so many tourists from countries beyond Mexico (though they and their dollars are always welcomed), like Germany, Japan, UK and no telling where else. Unlike many of our own residents, they get it. The River Walk is a beautiful place and there are lots of different restaurants to try out. If you are going to visit one of the country's fattest cities, you need to waddle your ass into as many of these restaurants as possible during your stay so you can take home quite a physical souvenir from your visit - an extra 10 pounds!
There are so many places I haven't tried, but we settled on Republic of Texas for a bite to eat.
Wait staff on the River Walk is usually pretty good. If I had to be a waiter, this is where I would aspire to do it at (unless I was a woman - then I'd be the waitress at a strip club). Great service leads to great tips from drunk tourists who are here to spend money and have a good time. But they should give us locals little badges or something to let the waiter know we just want to eat.
Our waiter seemed to be really experienced and he was definitely working the crowd in the small section we sat in. At first, I thought he had some sort of speech impediment because his voice sounded pretty unnatural. When he would tell the guests, Merry Christmas, he seemed to shorten the "Merry" but drag out the "Istmaaaaaaaaaassssssss" like Oprah seems to do when she is looking for excited applause from her audience.
You know the drill. Say Oprah is telling her audience that they have all won a trip to Las Vegas. She will say, "We're all going to Las Vegaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssss!" and then people in the audience will applaud wildly and hug one another and cry. But, our waiter was not Oprah and we were in San Antonio. My son finally figured out that he was doing a Carlos Mencia voice and I have to admit, he was sort of fun. Regardless, the service was fast. 
We ordered up some chips con salsa y queso (cheese). The chips were pretty light and flavorful and the salsa was standard, but for some reason, the queso seemed as if someone had emptied a jar of Velveeta into a cup and heated it in the microwave. It had a very movie theater nacho cheese taste to it, not what I would expect at any restaurant in San Antonio.
My son ordered a Judge Roy Bean burger which was big, covered in refried beans, jack cheese, guacamole and jalapenos. That'll put a giddy up in your step. He was able to wolf it down without having to use a fork and knife, but if you are gonna try this one, watch out for the beans falling out of the bottom.
My wife went with a Rio Grande Ensalade which in English breaks out to a big salad with chicken and avocado thrown on top. It was huge and she ended up only eating half of it. I must tell you that the croûtons were so fresh and fabulous that I sat there and dipped them in ranch dressing and ate them. When she busts out her salad from the refrigerator for a snack later, it will be without any hint of croûtons at all!
I always have a problem ordering and at first, I thought of doing the chicken fried steake (since there was no sign of a Reuben Sandwich on the menu). But I ended up choosing the Tacalado Salado or something. What it was was a taco salad with a really well done shell that was light and tasty - not too hard. I had asked for the beef but got chicken, but it wasn't worth mentioning because I like chicken too. Plus, who wants a pissed off cook spitting in your food? Either way, it was a great taco salad.
Overall, I don't really have anything to complain about other than to say, of all the restaurants on the River Walk, I have had better. Please don't take that as a slam on the place, and if you asked me if it was a good place to eat, I'd say sure - go for it. But would I make a special trip to San Antonio or even a special trip down to the River Walk just to eat there? No. It wasn't bad, just nothing special. So, take that how you want to take it.
For my wife, no trip to the River Walk is complete without a visit to the chocolate place for some chocolate covered strawberries.
And my son just needed a hug.
I'd love to hear about your trip to the River Walk or downtown SA. Tell me about it.
My wife and our son and I all made the short trip down to the Lodge of the Great Northwest Community Improvement Association so we could enjoy another fun filled, excitement packed meeting of the Board of Directors. Thankfully, someone made coffee and people like my neighbor Ruby brought in some delicious Christmas cookies, otherwise it may have been a wasted trip.
Nothing to see here - move along now...
Okay, they did have the auditor's report provided by a member of the Goldklang, Cavanaugh & Associates Certified Public Accountants firm. There were no major zingers here and the gentleman was kind enough to answer questions from the peanut gallery. I have a copy of the presentation and I'm guessing if you are so inclined, you can get a copy from the office. Really, I'd just wait for the movie.
But, as just an aside, there is a line item for Allowances of Doubtful Assessments. What that means is, there are people who have not paid their annual HOA fees and in fact, they are so overdue that the account has been deemed "doubtful". Doubtful as in getting that money from the homeowner who owes it to the GNWCIA who it is owed to. The amount is only $266,814.00. I know, chump change. But seriously, I agree with those who say, if we aren't going to pursue it, just write it off and be done with it. Why list it and feel miserable about it?
Okay, so after the report from the CPA, it was time to start the meeting. As has been the format with the meetings I've attended and as indicated on the agenda, they start with a Moment of Silence then the Pledge of Allegiance. Then they hear from people wanting to address the board and finally, the meeting is called to order. Once the meeting has been called to order, someone is supposed to move that they adopt the agenda (If you are keeping track, of the 8 items listed on the agenda, adopting the agenda is number 5.), then they start the new business.
So I point this out because during the moment of silence and the pledge, one of the members of the board, Director Pucci, chose not to participate. This created a visible stir amongst members of the audience and other directors on the board.
Before we all run out and get a rope or call for the McCarthy Commission, I must tell you that while I prefer to stand and go along with the assembled mob, I can't seem to find anything in the Bylaws of the association that explains why we start the meeting off with a moment of silence or the pledge. The association is not a church, a school nor a government entity, so I have to wonder where this little ceremony started.
Please don't misunderstand, I gladly say the pledge of allegiance whenever I get the opportunity in the same way that I proudly stand for reveille and retreat when I am over at Lackland AFB. These are things I do out of pride and habit. But I'm not about to tell the next guy (no pun intended) that he has to do it or should do it.
Would I be upset if the board didn't have a moment of silence or say the pledge? Not at all. But since someone is offering, why not go with the flow? Or, more importantly, why not make the board put it in the bylaws that it be required if everyone else feels so strongly about it?
Anyway, it wasn't a big deal; just awkward to those of us lemmings who can't be bothered to ask why we do the things we do - just because. NOTE: Please check out the Comments Section below - Director Pucci responds, revealing my inept journalism skills.
On to bigger and better muckraking.
One resident got up to thank the board for the recent cut in the yearly assessment and to let the board know that many of her neighbors appreciate the way the board is coming together recently. Bravo indeed.
Another resident had some concerns about the delivery of Passages, our neighborhood newspaper. It seems that the delivery of said publication has been spotty at best. I do recall not receiving it at least once in the last several months. Anyway, she was concerned about application process, do we have enough information about the kids doing the delivery and do we have back-up delivery boys. All valid concerns. The Community Manager is addressing this issue and informed the board that a plan is in the works.
Not to be adversarial (because after all, if these kids are getting paid to deliver the paper, it should be delivered), but out of curiosity, I asked the board if there was any thought of reducing the printed number of the paper and directing people to read it online, but making it available in hard copy format at the office for those who like to read it the old fashioned way. I must tell you, Passages has adorned the upstairs library on more than one occasion in my house if you get my meaning, but I just wonder how many people have it delivered to the door and promptly toss it in the garbage?
Director Doherty was very quick to point out that many residents enjoyed receiving the paper and not all folks are into the computer age, and as a service they are paying for, they should not have to go to the office to get it. Agreed.
Someone (I think Director Pucci) Chairman Besing added in that they could even offer a delivered version to those residents who opt to receive the hard copy but simply not deliver it to those people who opt not to receive it.
Who knows? I'm not really some kind of environmentalist but why add more paper to the trash can (or the recycle bin) when many people could read it online and be done with it? Just a thought.
And with that bit of excitement, the little party was over for the peanut gallery and the board moved into the executive session where they talk about the real issues.
If this recent cold weather has you down (I know, 50's isn't cold to the people in the North) then you ought to get yourself a fancy mattress to wear.
Oh, and those gloves probably help keep your fingers warm. Granted, this little get-up my not be functional for every day work wear, but if you have a job that requires you to hang out along busy streets, I'm thinking this is the ticket.
Replace the front panel with some numbers, and you can pretend to be a big huge cell phone. Put some foil on, and now you are a tamale.
A square tamale.
A while back I wrote here about how I had made my very own BBQ Wings. One reader, Lea, was nice enough to send me the recipe that she and her husband use for the purpose of stuffing their gullets full of the popular snack.
So, having waited the obligatory several weeks before recreating the mess in the kitchen, I had the plan to try Lea's brown sugar and soy sauce based baked wings during the Cowboys-Eagles game.
In case you don't get Newsweek, let me just break the news that the Cowboys lost, no doubt a direct result of Tony Romo having Jessica Simpson sitting in on the game and sending in the plays - such greats as "Throw it to the man in the green uniform." I like Jessica Simpson. I'm sure Tony Romo likes her. But let that goofy blonde (no offense to other blondes) go make a movie or sing at a concert, and keep her ass away from Tony for at least 24 hours prior to each game, and until at least a few minutes after the 4th quarter. Nuff Said!
So the problem was, I was trying to make wings and watch a game and make a second set of wings using the recipe I had reported about here.
So, Lea's recipe is simple. Get yourself some wings.
Whip up a mixture of equal parts Brown Sugar (my wife quickly raises her hand and says, "That's me!") and soy sauce. In this case, I used a cup of each. Take that mixture and pour it over the wings and then let them marinate in the refrigerator for about half an hour. 
I ended up using a gallon bag instead of a glass pan. This may have proved to be a mistake later. It turns out that this particular recipe results in really sticky wings that you have to turn a few times. 
So you may be able to look at the picture of my wings going into the oven and figure out the HUGE mistake I made. 
As my version of Lea's wings were working on the first side in the oven at 350, I was preparing the other wings so I could fry them up on the stove top. And I was making a huge mess as well.
After 30 minutes in the oven, I turned the brown sugar and soy sauce wings and saw the enormous spillage that was occurring in the oven. I might mention that at this point, the Cowboys were already losing. And for whatever reason, I kept trying to watch the game in the living room while cooking in the kitchen at the same time.
I think in the end, I overcooked the wings in the oven and the wings in the frying pan. But, you can't over cook chicken, and I went through with the sampling of each. 
I really enjoyed the brown sugar and soy recipe Lea sent me and in fact, my wife gave them the thumbs up. That gets her the official Tasty Treat and a big thanks for the tip. 
Oh, in case you were wondering about my faux paux in the oven - I should have cooked these puppies in a pan, not on a cookie sheet. The mixture of soy and brown sugar sort of bubbled up and resulted in a little spillage in the oven. Not to worry, I was able to get the mess fully cleaned before my wife could see that I had defaced her baking area. Thankfully, regular Christmas Cookie baking continues unabated.
You build up some kind of hunger out here, and following our short trips to Castroville and Hondo, my wife and I were ready to try out a little snack at a place I had read about in the Express-News a few weeks earlier, called Bill & Rosa's KK Steakhouse and Saloon. 
It seems that this restaurant re-opened after some floods that caused quite a stir in July. Oh, in case you are wondering, the KK is for Keich (twice), Bill and Rosa's last name. Yea, I don't get it either.
But what I do get is a nice atmosphere, great service and excellent food. And as soon as we walked into Bill & Rosa's, we felt at home. Our waitress guided us to a comfortable table where we could enjoy the view of dead animals mounted thoughtfully on the walls overlooking my steak, combined with memorabilia from twenty years worth of flea markets. The place is a hoot in my mind, and I wouldn't change a thing.
We took a quick gander at the menu, but as it turns out, the special posted on the board at the entrance and repeated by heart by our waitress were the deal of the day.
I went with the steak, complete with a house salad, green beans and twice baked potato.
And my wife selected the chicken fried steak. Yes, we traded bites, and her chicken fried steak simply melted in my mouth.
The thing you need to understand about the food here is that, it is really home made and not some sort of chain restaurant developed concoction with way too much spices and overdone excitement. They aren't trying to make the ten o'clock news with how "different" the vittles were. Instead, this is like a good dinner at your mom's house (assuming your mom is an awesome cook).
And just like your mom. Okay, just like some mom's, they do make pies fresh daily.
Really, if you want to take a short day trip out of town, Bill & Rosa's is worth a shot. They get several Tasty Treats for today, and I'm hoping to try the catfish next time - you just know that is going to be good!
Oh, one last thing: This is certainly something you don't see everyday, out here anyway.
Am I the only one that sees the subliminal message here - especially on Christmas day?
Like some sort of covert operation underway, I sent my daughter a text message moments earlier; "The package has been shipped" and with less than a year in the military under her belt, she responded with a quick text, "Roger That".
So, Friday, Panda and I made a little trip to the vet to make sure she was up to date on shots and such and to get the certificate of health to fly. Then, my wife and I went to PetSmart to get a bigger dog carrier because the one we had seemed awfully small for a trip between San Antonio and Philadelphia.
And it is cold in New Jersey, so Panda had to have a new jacket to fly in.
Last night I gave her a nice bath just to make sure she would smell fresh for her big day of air travel - though if she pees or poops in the cage, that freshly bathed smell won't last long.
The girls got up with me and I let them run outside into the chilly morning air and do their collective business and play around in the yard as I brewed a pot of coffee. I don't think there is anyway to tell two dogs to hug one another or say their goodbyes, so I just let them play. And then I grabbed Panda's travel cage, went out and heated up the van and set the Garmin for 10000 John Saunders Road. With that, I put Panda's little pink jacket on and we were off. Gracie went back to bed.
Here is a nice little piece of information for you if you ever have to go to 10000 John Saunders Rd, Suite 39 by the San Antonio Airport. You can't get to that building from John Saunders Rd. Yea, turns out that the building may technically located at that address, but it is fenced off by an Avis car rental place. You have to get to the Air Cargo place near the Airport Post Office over off of Jones-Maltsberger. But we found it, filled out the appropriate paper work, paid the man and chatted with a lady who was shipping a little Chihuahua some place. She is an old pro at shipping dogs and told me not to worry.
We got downtown and parked just minutes before the lights would be coming on and before we hit the River Walk, we took a few minutes to enjoy the Alamo and the HEB Christmas Tree.
I love HEB and I especially appreciate how they market themselves by doing so much for the community. I'm not silly enough to think that they don't gain from the exposure of such high profile community participation, but then again, I don't see anything wrong with it.
Do you suppose the Spurs paid for this little tree ornament, or did the folks at HEB throw it in for free?
Looking away from the tree and the Alamo, you can see the new big Grand Hyatt San Antonio hotel being built over by the convention center. 
This was sort of interesting - Woolworth's is no longer with us downtown but I get the feeling that nobody wants to be the guy to dig up the letters that marked the entry. 
Down on the actual River Walk, the lights were on and it was rapidly turning dark. Like most amateurs, I have no idea what to do with my camera settings when it starts to get dark, so you get what you get. 
I could tell you that I was going for some artistic style here, but that would be a lie. I point and shoot and this is what the River Walk looks like.
I'm sure our visitors and conventions bureau will be thrilled with the national television quality of my shots. (But I do like this one).
There are so many places I haven't tried, but we settled on Republic of Texas for a bite to eat. 
Wait staff on the River Walk is usually pretty good. If I had to be a waiter, this is where I would aspire to do it at (unless I was a woman - then I'd be the waitress at a strip club). Great service leads to great tips from drunk tourists who are here to spend money and have a good time. But they should give us locals little badges or something to let the waiter know we just want to eat. 
We ordered up some chips con salsa y queso (cheese). The chips were pretty light and flavorful and the salsa was standard, but for some reason, the queso seemed as if someone had emptied a jar of Velveeta into a cup and heated it in the microwave. It had a very movie theater nacho cheese taste to it, not what I would expect at any restaurant in San Antonio. 
My son ordered a Judge Roy Bean burger which was big, covered in refried beans, jack cheese, guacamole and jalapenos. That'll put a giddy up in your step. He was able to wolf it down without having to use a fork and knife, but if you are gonna try this one, watch out for the beans falling out of the bottom.
My wife went with a Rio Grande Ensalade which in English breaks out to a big salad with chicken and avocado thrown on top. It was huge and she ended up only eating half of it. I must tell you that the croûtons were so fresh and fabulous that I sat there and dipped them in ranch dressing and ate them. When she busts out her salad from the refrigerator for a snack later, it will be without any hint of croûtons at all! 
I always have a problem ordering and at first, I thought of doing the chicken fried steake (since there was no sign of a Reuben Sandwich on the menu). But I ended up choosing the Tacalado Salado or something. What it was was a taco salad with a really well done shell that was light and tasty - not too hard. I had asked for the beef but got chicken, but it wasn't worth mentioning because I like chicken too. Plus, who wants a pissed off cook spitting in your food? Either way, it was a great taco salad.
For my wife, no trip to the River Walk is complete without a visit to the chocolate place for some chocolate covered strawberries.
And my son just needed a hug.
My wife and our son and I all made the short trip down to the Lodge of the Great Northwest Community Improvement Association so we could enjoy another fun filled, excitement packed meeting of the Board of Directors. Thankfully, someone made coffee and people like my neighbor Ruby brought in some delicious Christmas cookies, otherwise it may have been a wasted trip.
Okay, so after the report from the CPA, it was time to start the meeting. As has been the format with the meetings I've attended and as indicated on the agenda, they start with a Moment of Silence then the Pledge of Allegiance. Then they hear from people wanting to address the board and finally, the meeting is called to order. Once the meeting has been called to order, someone is supposed to move that they adopt the agenda (If you are keeping track, of the 8 items listed on the agenda, adopting the agenda is number 5.), then they start the new business.
If this recent cold weather has you down (I know, 50's isn't cold to the people in the North) then you ought to get yourself a fancy mattress to wear.
So, Lea's recipe is simple. Get yourself some wings.
Whip up a mixture of equal parts Brown Sugar (my wife quickly raises her hand and says, "That's me!") and soy sauce. In this case, I used a cup of each. Take that mixture and pour it over the wings and then let them marinate in the refrigerator for about half an hour. 
I ended up using a gallon bag instead of a glass pan. This may have proved to be a mistake later. It turns out that this particular recipe results in really sticky wings that you have to turn a few times. 
As my version of Lea's wings were working on the first side in the oven at 350, I was preparing the other wings so I could fry them up on the stove top. And I was making a huge mess as well.
After 30 minutes in the oven, I turned the brown sugar and soy sauce wings and saw the enormous spillage that was occurring in the oven. I might mention that at this point, the Cowboys were already losing. And for whatever reason, I kept trying to watch the game in the living room while cooking in the kitchen at the same time.
I think in the end, I overcooked the wings in the oven and the wings in the frying pan. But, you can't over cook chicken, and I went through with the sampling of each. 
I really enjoyed the brown sugar and soy recipe Lea sent me and in fact, my wife gave them the thumbs up. That gets her the official Tasty Treat and a big thanks for the tip. 
Oh, in case you were wondering about my faux paux in the oven - I should have cooked these puppies in a pan, not on a cookie sheet. The mixture of soy and brown sugar sort of bubbled up and resulted in a little spillage in the oven. Not to worry, I was able to get the mess fully cleaned before my wife could see that I had defaced her baking area. Thankfully, regular Christmas Cookie baking continues unabated.
It seems that this restaurant re-opened after some floods that caused quite a stir in July. Oh, in case you are wondering, the KK is for Keich (twice), Bill and Rosa's last name. Yea, I don't get it either.
But what I do get is a nice atmosphere, great service and excellent food. And as soon as we walked into Bill & Rosa's, we felt at home. Our waitress guided us to a comfortable table where we could enjoy the view of dead animals mounted thoughtfully on the walls overlooking my steak, combined with memorabilia from twenty years worth of flea markets. The place is a hoot in my mind, and I wouldn't change a thing.
We took a quick gander at the menu, but as it turns out, the special posted on the board at the entrance and repeated by heart by our waitress were the deal of the day.
I went with the steak, complete with a house salad, green beans and twice baked potato.
And my wife selected the chicken fried steak. Yes, we traded bites, and her chicken fried steak simply melted in my mouth.
The thing you need to understand about the food here is that, it is really home made and not some sort of chain restaurant developed concoction with way too much spices and overdone excitement. They aren't trying to make the ten o'clock news with how "different" the vittles were. Instead, this is like a good dinner at your mom's house (assuming your mom is an awesome cook).
And just like your mom. Okay, just like some mom's, they do make pies fresh daily.
Really, if you want to take a short day trip out of town, Bill & Rosa's is worth a shot. They get several Tasty Treats for today, and I'm hoping to try the catfish next time - you just know that is going to be good!
Oh, one last thing: This is certainly something you don't see everyday, out here anyway.
