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With brown gravy.
:drools:
I don't think there's ever a bad time to eat chicken fried steak. Or chicken fried chicken (redundant much?), for that matter.
While I normally steer clear of salad bars (an odd combination of resisting my rabbit tendencies and a major phobia of how ineffectively people bathe themselves before going into public eateries) , the salad bar at My Mother's has always been clean ad well stocked. And maybe because I feel like I'm back in the Midwest that I let go of those things that hold be back from splurging at salad bars? Perhaps. I don't eat sweets so I won't comment on the pies. But let's move on to what's really important--the chicken fried steak.
I don't know how they make it so good, but I could eat this meal on a regular basis and never get tired of it. Crispy on the outside; moist on the inside. Just how mama used to make it...if she ever did make it. I love love love the new potatoes. The service has always been good-to-great (trying hard to remember the server's name who does it so good, and pulling blanks). And the ambiance is, well, I guess other-worldly might fit. It's not the location you'd go to and think, "I'd love to have my commitment ceremony here. Honey, don't you think this motif would come across *darling* on film?" But, that's not always a bad thing.
Perhaps what really draws me to this place is, as much as I hate to admit it, some times I miss home. Coming here is like being back in Fulton County and being with my family or friends at one of the local restaurants [not that we had a surplus of such]. It's everything that My Mother's is that takes me back to Ohio and reminds me of all the good things that I left.
Oh, great. I just turned a review into a pilot for Lifetime.
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