Two or three times a year, when my dad comes to town, we have to go eat a chicken fried steak at the Ranch House. We heard about this place from our old roommate who is a chef, and my dad couldn't wait to go try it. Typically a healthy eater, my dad loves to splurge on something artery-clogging from time to time. I'm just glad I get to go along for the ride. The first time we went, my dad noticed a not-so-svelte man sitting at a table in front of the window. My dad looked toward him and said "Ooohh. This is gonna be GOOD!" He was right.
The chicken fried steak is tender and juicy, the eggs have always been perfectly fine and the gravy is so thick and creamy I can feel it taking years off my life. Pancakes are an easy kid-pleaser, so everyone comes out full and content.
I'm glad I get to go here once or twice a year and that's enough for me.