It is true, early in our relationship, he did take me to Lambert's Restaurant, Home of the Throwed Rolls, in Sikeston, MO. It's a country cooking style restaurant (two hours from home) with a Cracker Barrel Restaurant feel and hour long lines. The waiters push carts around with pots and bowls of fried potatoes, okra, and stewed tomatoes which they ladle onto your plate, and they have pans of hot rolls each one bigger than a fat man's fist. They toss those rolls right to (at) you. I ducked and blushed as mine hit the floor. Then I got into the groove, reached for the next one and ate myself silly. I did enjoy my meal as I have never enjoyed another. Possibly, I shifted happily in my seat and smiled frequently. I can see how it appeared I might have been dancing. I did eat so much I MIGHT have asked him if he minded if I unzipped my black jeans.
His time frame is off by half a year.
Ever had a roll tossed at your head? Better put both hands up if you go to Lamberts.