Since Buck and I had a heavenly late lunch out today, we're having leftover beer butt chicken from the Fourth of July.
We ate lunch at a restaurant that opened in March and is owned/operated by a high school classmate of mine. Fabulous food. I had their chef's salad. It was more like a chef's harvest. A bed of numerous greens (mesculun, dandelion, romaine, etc.), sweet suculent tomato wedges, cucumber slices, tender broccoli, red onion rings, shredded carrots, shredded Monterey Jack and cheddar, sliced turkey, sliced ham, halves of hard-boiled eggs, crisply-fried bacon pieces, and the whole thing was topped with huge strips of grilled chicken breast. I ordered blue cheese dressing. The salad was so good it didn't need any salt/seasoning of any kind.
Buck had their grilled ribeye po'boy, topped with lettuce, tomato, and red onion. His sandwich came with a side of wonderful big, steaming hot, fries.
It's after 6 p.m. here and I'm still full. Don't think I'll have to eat for a week.