Sunday, Feb. 24th, I did some serious watering as the houseplants would have to go several weeks without watering.
Loaded the 2003 Malibu, set the trip mileage to zero and inserted Jimmy Buffett CD to start. Drove to Woodstock, Illinois, and took Il-47 to Dwight, where we ate a a favorite Route 66 place, Smaterjax. It used to be Fedderson's named after the old Buick dealership at the site. It has lots of old gas station stuff and we really like the complete run of same-number Illinois license plates from 1920 to 1980.
Excellent buffet for under $7. Found out the name was from the owner's dog Jax. Whenever they'd come home they'd say, "What's the matter, Jax?" hence the name Smaterjax.
Then drove Route 66 to Springfield where we picked up I-55 and took it all the way to Sikeston, Missouri, past St. Louis. A friend of mine, Cajun, had mentioned a place where they threw rolls at their customers and I had seen something about this place on a TV special.
Ate one of the better meals ever at Lambert's. And they do throw hot rolls across the huge room. I caught one for Liz and another one for me. But, not everyone catches the rolls. There were a few on the floor. They also come along with what they call pass-arounds, and they will just put it on your plate. That includes such items as fried okra, fried potatoes, sorghum, butter beans, black-eyed peas, macaroni and tomatoes. I highly recommend a stop at this, the original site, or the ones in Foley, Alabama, or just north of Branson, Missouri.
Lambert's site: www.throwedrolls.com
Duck, If You Don't Want Roll on Your Face. --RoadDog
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