Finger-lickin.
Across the street from our motel in Benton, Arkansas is another Waffle House. The motel has some mini-muffins, cereal and milk, oatmeal, tea, coffee, and apples for free. I want to get the heck to Fort Worth for some Cowgirls.
Dixie begs and begs for Waffle House. But I decide to put my foot down. I want to get going. There are millions of Waffle Houses. We don't have a ton of cash, and we have snack food. I'd already been up for almost 2 hours while the others slept in a little. So we left, sans waffle.
Now, I know this may be perceived as cruel. By Dixie in particular. But what can I say. I was started to get anxious about getting to my new house and running out of cash.
As we drove, we listened to some local radio. Classic country, mostly. There was a song (don't remember who or what) that was going on about rainbows, and butterflies, and all kinds of nice things, and Liz suggested that puppies were next. Sure enough, puppies popped up in the next verse.
The destination on the signs at this point was Texarkana. I found that rather pleasing. Simple, descriptive, nice. Texarkana.
Arkansas has nothing in it. Just thought you should know. Some consolation: the speed limit is 75.
We crossed into Texas, and started seeing a little more stuff -- and, as lunch time approached and our gas tank started getting low, we spotted Soul Man's BBQ. Sure, we could've gone for Wendy's or Subway, where we'd know what to expect when we walked in, but this place had a sign shaped like a pig wearing sun glasses. And the little gleam in the reflection on the sunglasses was shaped like Texas.
The place was kind of crowded with workmen-looking guys. There was a line kind of like a cafeteria.
Sandwiches for the other two girls, but I went all out. Ribs.
And let me tell you. For the second time in 24 hours, I seriously needed a bath. But that was a little bit of heaven, right there. Ribs and lemonade. The smallest order available was half a pound. I comforted myself with the fact that this half pound included the bones, which I didn't eat.
The TV in the back was on some kind of news station, which was showing a very long "headless fat people" montage. Which struck me as a very, very funny thing to watch while stuffing my face with BBQ.
Now, folks, I have a nice picture of this BBQ place. But it's still trapped in my camera that actually uses film. So if I remember, I'll post it once I get that taken care of. But alas, I used black and white film, so a one-hour deal will not do the job.
Mmmmmm. BBQ. Getting hungry again, just remembering. And I just ate. (this is becoming a blogging theme for me!)
By this point, we have an abusrd number of bugs on the windshield. I intended to sponge them off at the gas station next to SoulMan's, but... that went the way of the Memphis map.
Next stop, Fort Worth, and on the way, a debate about Dallas and what constitutes fashion!
Dixie begs and begs for Waffle House. But I decide to put my foot down. I want to get going. There are millions of Waffle Houses. We don't have a ton of cash, and we have snack food. I'd already been up for almost 2 hours while the others slept in a little. So we left, sans waffle.
Now, I know this may be perceived as cruel. By Dixie in particular. But what can I say. I was started to get anxious about getting to my new house and running out of cash.
As we drove, we listened to some local radio. Classic country, mostly. There was a song (don't remember who or what) that was going on about rainbows, and butterflies, and all kinds of nice things, and Liz suggested that puppies were next. Sure enough, puppies popped up in the next verse.
The destination on the signs at this point was Texarkana. I found that rather pleasing. Simple, descriptive, nice. Texarkana.
Arkansas has nothing in it. Just thought you should know. Some consolation: the speed limit is 75.
We crossed into Texas, and started seeing a little more stuff -- and, as lunch time approached and our gas tank started getting low, we spotted Soul Man's BBQ. Sure, we could've gone for Wendy's or Subway, where we'd know what to expect when we walked in, but this place had a sign shaped like a pig wearing sun glasses. And the little gleam in the reflection on the sunglasses was shaped like Texas.
The place was kind of crowded with workmen-looking guys. There was a line kind of like a cafeteria.
Sandwiches for the other two girls, but I went all out. Ribs.
And let me tell you. For the second time in 24 hours, I seriously needed a bath. But that was a little bit of heaven, right there. Ribs and lemonade. The smallest order available was half a pound. I comforted myself with the fact that this half pound included the bones, which I didn't eat.
The TV in the back was on some kind of news station, which was showing a very long "headless fat people" montage. Which struck me as a very, very funny thing to watch while stuffing my face with BBQ.
Now, folks, I have a nice picture of this BBQ place. But it's still trapped in my camera that actually uses film. So if I remember, I'll post it once I get that taken care of. But alas, I used black and white film, so a one-hour deal will not do the job.
Mmmmmm. BBQ. Getting hungry again, just remembering. And I just ate. (this is becoming a blogging theme for me!)
By this point, we have an abusrd number of bugs on the windshield. I intended to sponge them off at the gas station next to SoulMan's, but... that went the way of the Memphis map.
Next stop, Fort Worth, and on the way, a debate about Dallas and what constitutes fashion!
posted by Amy at 12:16 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home