Maybe I should have got the chicken fried steak. Because that steak I had was something else. There was so much grease piled on top of my t-bone that I'm pretty sure I'm a likely candidate for the world's youngest triple bypass patient. I'll admit, sometimes grease makes for good grubbin'. But not this time.
I went on a Saturday night and there was a little bit of a wait. But our server was plenty kind. She completely forgot our order of fried okra, but I wasn't feeling too upset about it.