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| - The last time I snacked on their traditional peanuts in a galvanized bucket was when I lived east of the Mississippi, in the volunteer state. The year was 1995. I was the fat guy with the receding hairline who always found the table to be positioned a little too close to the booth seat.
No matter. I'd gladly wedge myself in on a Friday or Saturday evening, in anticipation of my weekly hand-cut steak & potato jubilee.
When I finally came to the realization that gorging myself on succulent bar-be-que wasn't providing me with a lasting happiness, I tried the salads.
I started out with the Fried Chicken Salad, but quickly graduated to the Roadhouse Steak Salad. If you're pretending to watch your weight, like I am... might I suggest this manly concoction of mixed greens, egg and tender juicy beef.
OK, so maybe you're not "down" with the garden harvest. If you really want to try something mind-blowing, I dare you to open your mouth wide, and tell your server that Swoopy sent you, and you want the Santa Fe Tilapia, 'tout-suite' {culture alert: 'tout suite' is a French term meaning 'at once'}.
Q. What is tilapia, you ask?
A. Short answer: a non-tetrapod chordate... aquatic vertebrate... a fish.
I know, I know. I usually don't order fish in a steakhouse, but you need to free your mind. Throw away your preconceived notions. This isn't "Preconceived Notion Roadhouse"... its "Logan's Roadhouse"!!! And this dish is unique and very tasty.
~Swoop
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