We are headed home today. It’s been a nice, long, weekend for the three of us. We shopped the entire time, but none of it was that frantic, get-up-at-the-crack-of-dawn shopping. We just took it slow and easy, starting when we wanted and going very slowly. This is really the only way I can do it and Ollie was very understanding about it.
And it did her a world of good, too. Because we used the scooter she was able to stay off her feet and still get to see everything she wanted to see and go everywhere. Her feet have become so painful she (and I) knew she could not walk this terrain for very long. The pavilion areas have concrete floors and, once off the paved aisles the rest of the booths are on ground. Everything goes up and downhill, on rocky, uneven dirt. Without the scooter she would not have ended the weekend being able to walk or stand for the rest of the week. After all, both Michael and Vickie have to go to work in the morning. Michael gets to sit for most of his day, but Vickie will have to be on her feet continuously to see clients and for whatever surgery she has to do. Being a vet isn’t an easy job. I’ve been telling her for years the scooter is the only way to shop. I think I made a convert out of her.
Daylight savings time this morning gives me an extra hour. I’ve been up since 4:00 a.m., just taking meds and drinking my coffee. I have my feet propped up on my ‘foot’-stool, with my quilt over my legs. I’m pointed towards the fireplace, so the warmth from that goes up under the quilt. I’m nice and toasty warm. Lovely way to begin my day.
It will be oatmeal, fruit and scones for breakfast this morning. Michael wants to get that mushroom stool from the home decor store, Paul Michael’s, and Vickie wanted to make one more tour through to see if she missed anything yesterday. We really found more there than at First Monday.
When we first got here, on Thursday, we almost missed the entrance to the resort. They had added another building to the first store, over 30,000 square feet, and the small road leading into the resort was overshadowed by the parking lot. We wanted to know what this store was all about because the entire time we’ve been here the parking lot has been crammed to overflowing! Almost the same parking situation as First Monday! We were intrigued. I’m glad we checked it out. We found some great buys. They have a lot of merchandise and the prices were very competitive. So Vickie and MIchael will go back this morning and I will stay here and get the inside of Coach ready for the trip home.
We left the RV park just after noon, headed to Athens and I-45 towards Houston. About 2 seconds before we got to Corsicana, Michael said he wanted me to find a place to eat. This army marches on its stomach. Happy stomachs make for happy people. But, come on, 2 seconds notice? I found a place on the interweb and told him where it was. He shrugs and says, we’re past Corsicana. Find something in Fairfield. GGGRRRRRRRR!!!!
If you’ve ever driven between Houston and Dallas you know where Fairfield is. It isn’t very big, but is just about the only town with any eating establishments. Everybody who drives this stretch knows about Sam’s and Gilberto’s. I wanted something else. Sam’s used to be good, I don’t think Gilberto’s has ever earned that distinction. Sam’s isn’t any good anymore. Certainly there was some competition in town. I found a listing for ‘Something Different’, called American Cuisine. Fairfield is a small town. Maybe 5,000 people. Maybe. The menu for ‘Something Different’ was 5 pages long. Everything from crab salad to hamburgers and Mexican food. Five pages. How bad could it be? It was rated #3 in Fairfield. Off we went.
When we drove past, looking for big rig parking, the blah, cinder block, squat, dun-colored building had a few cars out front. It was right next door to Sam’s. If we walked in and we didn’t like what we saw, we could go right over to Sam’s. I was in a tee shirt with shorts, no make up. Really tacky looking. I grabbed Cindy’s Choice, my quilt, put it over my lap, made a joke about us drooling veggies and how people loved to talk to me, and away we rolled, across the parking lot, to ‘Something Different’.
By the time we got to the front door there wasn’t a car in sight. We thought they had closed, but, no, they were open, empty, but open. There is a very small counter in front of you as you walk in. It looks like they might have had barstools at some time in the very distant past, but those are gone now. All seating is done at the 10 booths that line the walls. Dark, not very bright and cheery. Not exactly sparkling clean, either, but not dirty…….exactly…..we commandeered a booth. We had our choice. There wasn’t a soul in that place. We started laughing. The sign on the wall said, ‘Lots of People Have Eaten Here. None Have Died’. We were encouraged. If none had died, we felt safe. By now all three of us had tears running down our faces. We were laughing so hard we couldn’t talk.
A very nice young lady came over immediately to ask about drinks. Michael and Ollie got unsweetened iced tea. I played it safe and asked for water, lots of ice and lemons. Our drinks arrived in short order as we perused the lengthy menu (5 PAGES!!!!) two iced teas hit the table, followed by my ice filled glass of water. Just as I started to remind her about the lemons, she carefully set a squeeze bottle of Real Lemon next to my water. All three of us almost choked trying not to laugh out loud! There is a first time for everything.
When she asked if we were ready to order, we ALL decided to play it safe. Michael got a chicken fried steak. Something he always orders. Like a test recipe. Poor choice, but, he had to try. Vickie had the BLT with chips. Can’t go too wrong with that. I got the cheeseburger. I also asked for french fries and onion rings to share.
Our meal came out very quickly as we continued to look around and laugh at what a poor choice I had made. The food arrived quickly. Everything was served hot, plates overflowing. It all looked good. The burger was huge, with a big, thick burger patty. It didn’t look pre-frozen. It was too thick. Vickie’s BLT was good with thick rashers of bacon. The only thing that failed was the chicken fried steak. Which is no real surprise. Very few places do a great CFS. Like this one, it all depends on the meat. And this was round steak. Too tough.
Towards the end of our meal several locals came in. One of them was a lady wearing a Sam’s shirt. I couldn’t resist. I told her, as she walked past, that we were going to eat at Sam’s, but changed our minds and we were glad we had. She said everyone who works at Sam’s comes here for the special and the desserts. So, of course, we had to have desserts. They were homemade, and made very, very well. Excellent Italitan Cream Cake and lemon pie. Everything made from scratch. Excellent pie crust. Excellent cake. We even got a short history of the underhanded thievery in the Fairfield banking industry and the deaths of all the great cooks at Sam’s. We learned that when this Sam’s waitress came by ‘Something Different’ this morning, it was packed. Apparently everyone in town comes here for Sunday breakfast.
We stopped laughing. Remember that old adage? Don’t judge a book by it’s cover. We learned our lesson. From now on, when traveling from Houston to Dallas, we will make a point if stopping at ‘Something Different’! The food might not make it onto Allison Cook’s 100 Best, but it was good food at a reasonable price, fresh and served hot. You can see the short-order cook making your food. If you have never watched a good short-order cook work, it is a sight to behold. Not an easy job. Lots of fancy footwork and precision timing to put everything out at the same time. And all of our food came to the table at the same time (except for Michael’s salad which came right after our orders were placed). We made a mistake in thinking this place was beneath us. It clearly wasn’t.
After our lunch Ollie stretched out on her couch and slept most of the way home. We managed to greet the kitties at about 6:00, in time to get everything unloaded and put away. I did very well on this trip. My meds are pretty well balanced and I didn’t have any major crisis. Tomorrow I have an appointment with the Head of the Maxine Messinger MS Clinis at Methodist Hospital. Wish me luck!!!