We are having a bit of a dispute as we celebrate our 21st anniversary. He remembers our first date differently than I
do. We agree on one thing. Food was involved.
What I remember is we were slow dancing, and he
asked if I would like to grab a bite to eat afterwards. We went to a restaurant and sat across from one
another in a booth making small talk— I gracefully nibbling a salad and he
gobbling his meal.
He claims that I was boogying in the booth, smiling and bouncing from cheek to cheek, because I was so happy to be with him and enjoying my meal so much. When we got outside, he says I asked
if he minded if I unzipped my jeans. He was taken aback by my boldness. Yeah
right!
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.
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.
But it was not our first date.
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.
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.
9 comments:
Happy anniversary, Linda.
I've been to Lambert's and have had ducked and caught a few throwed rolls. But to paraphrase Yogi Berra, "I don't go there any more, it's too crowded."
I have been once to the Lamberts south of Springfield. I liked it for its novelty...now I too like a smaller, quieter place!
First time at Lambert's was with my Girl Scout Troop on our way to Branson! Oh, what fun! I ate everything I could get my chubby little hands on! Want to go back!
Ha! Those little details have a way of appearing differently to different people. Happy Anniversary and Happy Valentine's Day!
When I worked for the unemployment office, my supervisor had a lawsuit against Lambert's. She failed to catch a throwed roll, and it hit her on the chest and LEFT A GREASE MARK ON HER BLOUSE!
I say don't blame the roll thrower for your lack of hand-eye coordination. It's not like she didn't know what she was getting herself into. It's called the Throwed-Roll Restaurant, for crying out loud!
How funny!
You're the second blogger I follow - not even in the same state - who's talked about Lambert's. Heck with the flying rolls; you had me at fried okra!
Happy Anniversary!
Bill's a typical male. He remembers things with a few "embellishments" that puts him in a more favorable (and desirable) light. The dumbstick is responsible for those kinds of fabrications...
Yes, I've had rolls thrown at me. It was fun, but the fried okra was far tastier than the rolls.
Oh my gosh, Linda. What wonderful memories. You and Bill were made for one another. Susan
I've never been there, but it sounds like fun. Also sounds like your first date was a success no matter how it happened. Happy anniversary!
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