Often on weekends I'll write a post and ask what's happening in your neck of the woods on Saturday. It's always interesting for me to read what others are doing all across the country on one given day.
Well, here's what happened in my woods: Tom asked me out on a date for lunch! Yes, I'll go!
Where to go though? Something simple, not fancy, something quick but good...did someone suggest Smoking Roosters?
There she is in all her glory ~
Smoking Roosters! Come on...follow me inside. I've never been here.
As soon as we entered we could smell the smoke of the bbq fires a'burning. At least that's what we guessed, but we didn't see smoke outside like you would think an authentic bbq place would have.
There were only two tables. No wait, a third that was sort of a mini table for two by the door:
I have to admit that I wasn't sure about that picture staring down at us as we ate. The caption said, "My faith got me here."
Just a few feet across from our table was a counter and some bar stools. Empty. We were there at noon and were the only customers, although I think they're probably busier on weekdays at lunchtime.
There's a Caribbean section on the menu that featured curried goat (no, thank you), tofu (no, thank you), shrimp (not for me), jerk steak (maybe), ox tail (no, thank you), and brown stew (what's this?). But we ordered one of the regular specials for Saturdays:
Pulled chicken with fries and sweet tea for $5.
The only mishap occurred when the waiter set down my plate and spilled my pepsi all over the table and in my lap! After quickly cleaning up the mess, we prayed and started eating. Plum good! The minced pulled chicken was absolutely delicious but was messy enough to use a fork to eat the sandwich to prevent spills. Where's my bib when I need it?
Oh, I forgot to mention that the waiter was generous and brought us a mac and cheese sample, on the house, since we were first-timers. And maybe, too, because I was wearing my pepsi. :)
Here's Tom after he paid for our food. All the cookin' went on somewhere behind those back doors.
Okay, time to call it a date and head home. Here's Tom with a take-home box of mac and cheese for Sarah, the mac and cheese lover at our house:
So now you know what I did. What was your Saturday like?
~Deb
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