Good old Waffle House....at 3am it's one of the weirdest drunkiest places in the world.
Haven't done that in a while but it used to be a regular thing.
Haven't done that in a while but it used to be a regular thing.
And leftovers for lunch the next day! My daughter was 6mos. old and we went 'home' for a family reunion. By the end of that week, she had eaten grits, gumbo, and had sips of sweet tea. 7 years later, we're down for another family event and my step-dad is feeding my 3yr old son Crawfish and teaching him to crack 'em open.All this talk of the "real south", and no one has mentioned grits? What's wrong with all y'all? You ain't in the real south until you have sweet tea, cornbread, grits, and crawfish, maybe all at the same meal!
After that, you gotta also stand right up next to the brightest lamp you've ever seen, like one of those big halogen work lights. Have friends come along every 15mins or so and spritz any exposed areas with more boiling water.And the hot isn't like any hot you Yankees or westerners would understand. Picture it this way: Take a terry cloth robe. Soak it in boiling water. Turn your thermostat as high as it will go. Pour more boiling water on the robe. Put the robe on. Then wrap a towel around your head after soaking it in boiling water. Now you're almost there.
"South" is relative.
My dad was from downstate Illinois, and if you heard him speak you'd swear he was Jed Clampett
All this talk of the "real south", and no one has mentioned grits?
All this talk of the "real south", and no one has mentioned grits? What's wrong with all y'all? You ain't in the real south until you have sweet tea, cornbread, grits, and crawfish, maybe all at the same meal!
And the hot isn't like any hot you Yankees or westerners would understand. Picture it this way: Take a terry cloth robe. Soak it in boiling water. Turn your thermostat as high as it will go. Pour more boiling water on the robe. Put the robe on. Then wrap a towel around your head after soaking it in boiling water. Now you're almost there.
Huh, weird, Hardee's were in Colorado when I lived there. I never knew what Carl's jr was until I moved here. Now, when growing up in NJ, we had DQ's there but no one referred to the as the NJ stop sign. Come to think of it, most NJ drivers disregard stop signs or any driving laws for that matter!Hardee's in the south.
And leftovers for lunch the next day! My daughter was 6mos. old and we went 'home' for a family reunion. By the end of that week, she had eaten grits, gumbo, and had sips of sweet tea. 7 years later, we're down for another family event and my step-dad is feeding my 3yr old son Crawfish and teaching him to crack 'em open.
After that, you gotta also stand right up next to the brightest lamp you've ever seen, like one of those big halogen work lights. Have friends come along every 15mins or so and spritz any exposed areas with more boiling water.
"South" is relative.
My dad was from downstate Illinois, and if you heard him speak you'd swear he was Jed Clampett
And of course, its past tense, 'yoosta could. "Man, I yoosta could eat three or four of them pork pig sandwiches when I was your age."OK, I'll play:
It wasn't until I moved to "Cahlina" that I ever heard the phrase "Might could", as in "I might could eat some barbeque right about now."