So I asked the wife if she was interested in going out for a fancy dinner tonight in celebration of the good news from the Doctor.
Of course she’s still not 100% so I suggested take-out, but she found a coupon for IHOP and thought that sounded pretty good.
I found it hilarious that she had Funnel Cakes, and I had a Chicken Fried Steak. Chicken Fried Steak is about as Rebel-Food as things get, and sadly IHOP and Denny’s are the only place one can really find a Chicken-Fried steak in the New England. And the Closest I’ve seen a funnel Cake is in New Jersey, I had no idea what the hell they were, we have fried dough in these parts! Yep so we both ordered “Exotic” food, LOL! 😛
Still the real subject is it appears that if you’re knocking on Death’s Door on a Wednesday evening, it appears that IHOP is the place for you to go. After the Mrs. and I I think the next youngest person there, guests or staff, were 60. This was the song I had to refrain from singing, and being a rude whipper-snapper! 😀
This version is a little better IMHO, but embedding is disabled.
Another really cool version here.
G’night folks!
Chicken fried steak at IHOP.
Weer’d, we have got to get you and the lovely and talented Mrs. Weer’d down to Texas one of these days.
There’s a really good version of the Ralph Stanley version on the O’Brother Where Art Thou sound track.
Don’t ask me how I know that.
B
Oh my gosh. That’s one of the saddest things I’ve ever read. The thought of you eating an IHOP CFS makes me want to cry. If you ever have plans to head through Texas, we’ll have to set you up with a good ole venison CFS with smashed potatoes and cream gravy with fresh cracked pepper. There’s no topping it. Well, except with the gravy.
Glad to hear some good news.
Weer’d, if you and Mrs. Weer’d make it out here to Austin, I will take you both out for Chicken Fried Elk. I’ll likely have to sell one of the kids into Indentured Servitude, but it is indeed Food Of The Gods.