Yesterday, Charlie got a wild hair to go leaf peeping down toward his old stomping grounds, the Rough River area, and maybe have lunch at the Lodge. They have a very good buffet and, when they don’t have a buffet, they have very good fish sammiches and scrumptious beans and cornbread.
Then he decided we could peep all the leaves we needed to peep between home and Irvington, Kentucky, and we could drive there in about half an hour and have breakfast at some joint his sister Dolores recommended.
It’s rare enough to get him out to eat, so I agreed to the shorter plan.
We went to the Green Valley Restaurant on Highway 60 in Irvington, Kentucky.
It’s just a regular Mom&Pop kind of place, but large and open, with plenty of tables a decent distance apart. When we went in, we waited to see if we needed to be seated, but somebody told us to just go on and sit down. As we entered the dining area, a table of regulars stopped us and asked us where we were from and made conversation and jokes for a bit. By the time we sat down, we felt at home.
I got my usual breakfast out: a half order of biscuits and gravy (which, around here, is one whole biscuit covered with sausage gravy) and fried potatoes. The biscuit was heavenly! I wasn’t really crazy about the gravy, but Charlie loved it — and for the same reason: it wasn’t very peppery. I like my sausage gravy to bite back, but Charlie doesn’t. The portion of potatoes would have disappointed some people, because it was a reasonable amount and not an ungodly amount, like some restaurants serve.
Charlie said he was going to indulge himself, and ordered the Daily Breakfast Special: Two eggs, fried potatoes, two pork tenderloin slices (each one a standard meat portion), fried potatoes, a biscuit, and gravy on the side. He gave me one of the pieces of tenderloin, and it was well-named. It was, indeed, tender, juicy, and popping with flavor.
The coffee was delicious, and the waitress kept it coming.
Yeah, we’re going back there, for sure!
Oh, one more thing: They have a Friday night seafood buffet, and buffets on Saturday and Sunday, but you can also order from the menu when they have a buffet, unlike some places.
Charlie had no complaints, which is a miracle in itself, except that the leaves weren’t very showy. We have peepier leaves around our own place. So we drove home and peeped at our own personal leaves. Ha!
I’m posting at Fatal Foodies today about Kale Soup, which is better than it sounds.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character drives a distance to see a sight that’s disappointing.