Postcard From Irvington

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.

GreenValleyI looked up reviews online, and it had everything from one to five. I would give it a five.

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!

IMG_20151022_185741_905I’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.



I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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One thought on “Postcard From Irvington

  1. Dan Antion

    October 27, 2015 at 10:16am

    Our leaves have been changing slowly and the trees are t in at sync. Breakfast sounds very good.

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      Marian Allen

      October 27, 2015 at 10:36am

      Fall is my favorite time of year, mostly because of the colors. It’s amazing to me, how beautiful and vibrant everything looks when it’s shutting down for the winter. I feel so lucky, to have evolved with the ability to appreciate and marvel at ordinary natural phenomena.

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  2. Jane

    October 27, 2015 at 10:55am

    Talk about traveling somewhere and being disappointed!
    How about this traveling into the future bit and finding it so not one expected!?

    First there was one of my favorite Heinlein books, set in the distant future of the 1970’s. When I got there, it wasn’t the future at all. Though he did get the velcro right: Clothes that seal up when you press them together.

    Then there was NASA. The moon landing! Great! And after the 20 or so other moon landings, we’d be heading to Mars by about 1982. Oh yeah, that so happened, didn’t it?

    Of course, now one CAN get a flying car. It costz a fortune, but this guy HAS made one. Authorities aren’t sure how to license it for the road OR the sky, but it does exist. Yay.

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      Marian Allen

      October 27, 2015 at 12:00pm

      Yeah, all the way around. I’m glad 1984 didn’t pan out as planned, but 2001? I want 2001! And I want a personal robot. And I want a house I can redecorate by pushing some buttons. And some food materializing things. And world peace and shit.

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