on a Saturday night,
at least it's the Southern Way.
Growing up as a kid in Alabama, our family made it a ritual.
Growing up as a kid in Alabama, our family made it a ritual.
We'd load up in the Ford and head into town for the buffet at Piccadilly.
The ladies behind the line were eager to
"serve you".
they'll be serving your favorite comfort foods.
My visit didn't land on the weekend,
but because I was traveling, it had the same feel.
Mom and Dad popped into their regular booth. Menus were discarded,
we were going for the buffet.
Green beans, fried okra, mac and cheese, corn bread, meat loaf, and a dab of barbecue.
Oh, and I almost forgot...peach cobbler for desert.
Because it wasn't the weekend the place was not as crowded as normal.
The regulars were there and a steady stream of hungry
patrons were in and out the door.
It's a place where the waitress always has a smile and calls you honey.
Mmmm Mmmm Good!!!!
Sounds so delightful, as I had a protein shake for supper. Trying to lose weight...
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This is my kind of place, the kind of place where everyone knows your name. Isn't this some kind of song. You are so blessed to have this great time with Mom and Dad. They are a treasure.
ReplyDeleteThat is some kind of buffet. I could really go for that.
Thanks for visiting today and for your kind comments. I hope you get France it is a beautiful country. Most of the people are really nice. We were in the south of France in April. We ran into one strike/protest there as well. It was a Friday. My son has worked there and says they often strike on Fridays. Go figure. Hugs, Ginger
We have some places like that here, too. Yum yum. It is the best food. Not too good for the waistline, but oh so yummy.
ReplyDeleteI think there's a place like this in every town - a secret that the regulars are hesitant to share with strangers lest they take the magic away. Don't you love a hometown Southern tradition?
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