Mrs. K and I went "old school" last night. It was our anniversary, but I had to work an evening wine competition in a small town about an hour away. She doesn't usually accompany me to these things but, being our anniversary, she decided to come along.
Just a few miles from our destination, we passed a place called the Lakeside Supper Club
out in the middle of nowhere. Now I think the last time I ate at any place called a supper club was probably sometime back in the 1980s. So we thought why not, and turned the car around.
It turned out to be really good. I had deep fried shrimp - the kind you used to see in restaurants as part of a "fisherman's catch" dinner, a baked potato, and veggies. Turns out the restaurant grows all of its own vegetables in an adjoining garden. Mrs. K had pork chops, which were perfectly cooked.
When the waitress found out it was our anniversary, she offered up free dessert. We opted to split one piece carrot cake. It was just right.
Good stuff, and it made me feel a little nostalgic. There aren't a lot of places like that anymore.