Having some biscuits and gravy before I leave
Taking the wayback machine I end up in Kentucky, summer of '78. Don't remember the town.
I had helped this woman move to a new apartment and to show her appreciation she took me to a local diner called Skinhead's.
At the time it boasted being in the top ten best truck stop diners list in America. Can't say for sure how reliable that statement was. (It was on the paper place mats with a little history about the place.)
The line waiting outside wrapped halfway around the building so I guess that was a good sign.
The woman I was with walked right up to the front of the line.
"Hey Betty Anne."
"Hi Linda Lou. You gotta booth for 2?"
"Sure right this way."
A lot of people seemed to know her. Lot of hellos and all from people in the line.
Still I was nervous with us cutting like this. So keeping my Massachusetts accent shut, I thought was wise.
Anyway I didn't know what was good so she ordered for me.
First time I had grits, biscuits and gravy and a few other southern breakfast delights. Delicious.
Looking back I'd guess that was the best Cardiac plate I ever ate.