MILDRED'S

Somehow I just feel like it is the American Way to go out for supper

on a Saturday night,

at least it's the Southern Way.
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".

There is just something about a place you can always go and know

they'll be serving your favorite comfort foods.

When I was home last week my folks took me to their special place.

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!!!!