The roadhouse was busy and hopping even at 10pm on a tuesday night when we popped in for dinner. We were seated immediately at one of those awkward tables squeezed between two booths. The kind of table that forces you to invade the privacy of both groups silmutaneously. Seated there more for the convenience of the waiters than the comfort of the patrons. No big deal. We could have asked for a different spot if we were that upset.
Fast service. Waitress was polite. Took our orders then brought us a basket of the freshest baked mini loaves of bread with cinamon butter. Each loaf was about the size of a medium large baked potato. They were almost undercooked so very doughy and piping hot. They were delicious. We each ate two while we waited for our entrees to arrive. Something must have happened with the doughy bread in our stomachs. Almost as if the bread continued to rise inside of us. We were both uncomfortably stuffed when our 20 dollar entrees arrived.
The food looked good but we were to full to eat it. So- don't eat the bread! You've been warned!