When the boys were young, one sweet child, who shall remain nameless, would always ask for more food within an hour of eating dinner. He didn't just mean a second helping from the previous meal; he meant an entirely fresh start, something else, something different. He was always hungry...again:) Our family began calling this fourth meal of the day, second supper. It has been years since I have even thought of second supper, but tonight I think Mike and I had an extremely late lunch and early supper or we had both a first and second supper.
We were driving around looking for a granite store and realized we were just around the corner from a favorite haunt of long ago.
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| Home of the infamous Shrimp Buster! |
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| Yummy fried goodness - does it help that the first supper was a green salad? |
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| Herby-K's, celebrating their 75th year, holds many memories. |
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| Mike and I spent many a Friday night atop these red barstools sharing a meal. |
It's funny how sights and sounds take you back. After a few shrimp bites dipped in their signature sauce, I found myself grinning at him like a goofy love struck girl.
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