You know you’re in the rural south when…
// March 11th, 2007 // TN
… one of the only restaurants in town has no regular milk in the kitchen (”would the babies like some buttermilk?”) and everything on the menu, except the coleslaw (vinegar or mayo) is deep fried.




and everything on the menu, except the coleslaw (vinegar or mayo) is deep fried.
Just the way God intended it to be!
Sounds like something straight out of “My Cousin Vinny”
She could have said “The babies can have sweet tea.”
[...] The menu reads "fried _____" You name it and they’d fry it. I had the seafood platter and later the nice lady at the hotel desk explained to me "that seafood platter is too big for one person! It could feed two." The seafood platter was fried catfish, fried oysters, fried clams, fried shrimp, fried something I couldn’t identify, fried frog legs (caught fresh out back), hush puppies (that’s fried bread for those that don’t know), my choice of french fries or baked potato (I order the baked potato but requested it fried), and two boiled shrimp just to prove they had something other than a deep fryer in the kitchen. [...]
[...] The menu reads "fried _" You name it and they’d fry it. I had the seafood platter and later the nice lady at the hotel desk explained to me "that seafood platter is too big for one person! It could feed two." The seafood platter was fried catfish, fried oysters, fried clams, fried shrimp, fried something I couldn’t identify, fried frog legs (caught fresh out back), hush puppies (that’s fried bread for those that don’t know), my choice of french fries or baked potato (I order the baked potato but requested it fried), and two boiled shrimp just to prove they had something other than a deep fryer in the kitchen. [...]