Monday, April 23, 2012

April 19. Lunch In Dodge City.

When we were in Dodge City,
we asked a lady at the Visitor's Center
for suggestions for places to eat.
She did what I do when people at the beach
ask me for suggestions:
"If I want something to eat, 
I make it myself."

I liked this lady.
She directed us to Central Station,
a local family owned restaurant.

We were the only ones in the restaurant.
After all, it's 2:30.

Mr. Hawthorne ordered a salad with raspberry vinaigrette
and grilled beef.
He liked this.
I ate his garlic toast.
Damn diet.

I felt no compunctions whatsoever ordering the $17 filet mignon.
I'm pissed and hungry.
Plus I think I've lost about 5 pounds already
 on Mr. Hawthorne's diet.

I opted for the green beans (frozen)
and extra crispy French fries, which came not extra crispy,
and a dinner roll,
on which I slathered an inordinate amount of butter
 One thing I don't like:
I don't like my steaks wrapped in under-cooked bacon.
Don't like the flavor.
Don't like the bacon.
I pulled that off.

That left me with bloody rare beautiful filet mignon.
Mesquite grilled.

I relished this steak.

This is the third meal in 6 days
that I actually enjoyed.
The first was the nachos in Bloomington, IN.,
The second was the pho in Larned, KS., of all places.
Now, a steak.

After a satisfying meal,
the Hawthornes are ready to get the hell outta Dodge.

Heh.  I've always wanted to say that.
And mean it.

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