I returned to the long ago scene of a HO-down for lunch: the famous and infamous BBQ Inn - Since 1946. I was craving, not the shrimp or chicken, but the crispy iceberg and tomato salad with housemade ranch. So that’s what I got along with one stuffed crab. The stuffer was okay, the waitress (and I can call them that here because there is no other word) was hilarious as usual, calling my DH “romeo” and insisting we take pie to go for eating while watching the news tonight, because it will be more tolerable. How much longer will this place stay open I wonder. Tastes are certainly changing, but at lunch on a Tuesday there were no empty tables.
