One of the places we once discovered is "Lambert's Cafe, The Only Home of Throwed Rolls." We started seeing signs for this back in Kansas, and the place is located an entire state away, south of St. Louis, just off of I-55. Winnie's maiden name is Lambert, so we had to stop in.
It's definitely a family place. The sort of place chain restaurants like Cracker Barrel wish they could be. A nice relaxing, fun atmosphere after being on the road all day.
"Throwed rolls"? What's that mean? It means a guy comes out of the kitchen with a pan of rolls just out of the oven, and a pair of tongs. He yells "who wants a roll?" You stick up your hand. He picks it up with the tongs, and throws it across the room to you. Do you want some sorghum syrup on that?
Food is simple, and the "pass-arounds" are a great deal and fun. They put a big piece of butcher paper on your table, and then come around and scoop out fried okra, or potatoes or whatever on to it. Dig in and share.
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I seem to recall that the fried okra wasn't that bad too. Then again I'm not sure how you can do wrong with frying any food.
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