Greg was visiting this week and it was perfect motorcycle weather. Mom, Steve, Greg and I went riding of course (Greg on Dad's Fat Boy). First we went to Meridian to the Harley shop and then we went to a place I had heard about at the library from Mrs. Logan and Martha (members of my awesome book club in Lake). The name of it is Davey's but everyone calls it Ms. Earlene's after the owner. It's south of Newton about 14 miles on Hwy. 15. You would never stop there and if there weren't cars there, you would probably think it's an abandoned building. Best southern food you are going to get anywhere though. It's like Cracker Barrel on steroids. You fill your own plate and often have to share your table with other guests. She asked us to sign the guest book and in looking through it we found names from all over the US from Maine to California as well as Belguim, Germany, France, Italy and England. You don't just get a meal there. You get an experience. There truly aren't too many of those left, so I'm glad we could share it with Greg. Hope he comes back soon, so we can share it again.
PS We did this yesterday which happened to be Greg's birthday. Cool way to turn 4?. We'll leave that a question mark since he is only about 25 at heart. :*)
2 comments:
That Mrs. Logan sure gets around - isn't she the one that makes pralines??
I've never got to go but some of my hunting cousins have and they said there's nothing like it. Hopefully one day I'll get to go. It sounds Yummy!
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