Oooooohhhhh I just have to tell you where my little tubby hubby and I went to eat last Sunday. We went to the Munchie Emporium at 5907 Covington Road. They weren’t too busy, just a steady stream of customers coming and going. We’ve been there before on different days and they were very busy then. We just happened to be out and around that day and as usual I had my book of coupons with me. We were given one of those entertainment coupon books that the Boy Scouts sell. That cute Ray McCune gave it to us. He says his Scout Troop earns money by selling them. He gave us some popcorn for Christmas and that is the best popcorn. I hear the Girl Scouts are starting to sell those delicious lemon, shortbread, and chocolate mint cookies again. I never will lose any weight.

Anyway we stopped in about suppertime and got a nice booth in the nonsmoking section. The air was nice and clean and there weren’t any stinky old ashtrays on the table either. I just wish those ladies behind us had taken a bath. I could smell their nasty old cigarette smoky clothes the minute they walked in the door. I’m not sure why they didn’t go to the smoking section. Deed their clothes stunk. I’d rather smell that old cheap Blue Waltz perfume that Wayne’s mother used to wear, than their old cigarette smelling clothes.

We had a truly sweet waitress named Lisa and she was such a peach. She kept coming around and asking us if everything was alright. She always caught Wayne with a mouth full of food but then it would have been harder for her to catch him without a mouth full of food. Every time he would just nod and shake his head up and down. I think that if she had asked him a question with a number in the answer he would have probably stamped his foot that many times, the pony sized little darling. Come to think about it, he never could neigh with a mouth full.

We both ordered water with lemon slices. After shopping all day at Jefferson Pointe we were really thirsty. That water was soooo cold and good and the addition of the lemon made it the perfect drink for such a warm day. I have never in all my born days seen such weather as this. I’m not griping mind you, just awestruck at it being as nice as it is outside. I could just go on with weather like this till June.

Anyway, Wayne ordered the Roast Beef French Dip sandwich with the liquid brown stuff. He said it was, “All Juice”; Lisa pronounced it the French way, “au jus,” which means ‘in its natural juice’, I think. Anyway she said it was like beef bouillon and Wayne was supposed to dip his sandwich in it and then take a bite out of it. The sandwich must have been sort of dry if you had to do that. Well Wayne dipped, dripped, and glommed his way right to the end of it. And I had just washed his sweatshirt. As usual he got it all messy. It was a good thing we were on our way home and no one saw him in that dark corner although you probably could have heard him eating clear into the other room.

The ladies behind us got up and left. I’m not sure if they finished their meal and went home or just moved to a quieter section of the restaurant. Wayne got an order of onion rings with his sandwich instead of a side order. Since I’m a sucker for onion rings I snuck one of his. It was su-purb. I think he had all of them counted and named. When he came up one short he pouted so I gave him a taste of my cole slaw.

I ordered their Seafood Melt. Their description of it was, “. . . a cool blend of crab and shrimp with melted cheddar and Swiss, lettuce and tomato served on toasted rye. It was butter dripping toasted rye and it was sooo delicious but drippy. It came with two of those ‘sliced long ways’ pickles. I put all the garden stuff on the inside of my sandwich and it was so big it took both of my two hands just to hold it while I ate it. I almost had to have Wayne feed me the cole slaw. I ordered it as my choice of sides. I had to keep my head bent over my plate because that sandwich was so juicy, or is it jus-y? Whatever. I was able to lay the sandwich down a couple of times to eat some of my cole slaw. I wish they had brought me a bigger order of slaw. One was just not enough; it was so delicious. It was made with large-shred cabbage and a sauce that had horseradish in it. Like I said, “It was sooooo good; I could have eaten more.”

Just before we were through eating, Wayne ordered thirty Hot Flaming Chicken Wings to go. I thought he was out of his ever loving’ mind. Twelve of them cost $6.25; what was he thinking? He said that it was a Sunday “Special” written on their blackboard in chalk, up where we can in the door. I hadn’t seen it. He said the sign said they were fifteen cents apiece with a minimum order of fifteen wings. He got a double order of thirty to go for just $4.50. I could hardly wait to get home and try one.

Our go order came in two different boxes with Blu Cheese dressing and celery sticks. The wings earned their name, “Hot Flaming” because they were very hot but they were delicious. The hotness only lasted a short while and they were so drippy I was kept busy licking my fingers and wiping my mouth. I told Wayne that we would watch and see if they were ever on special again and order enough to freeze for later on. The ones we got didn’t last but a short while.

I was going to let Wayne wear the same sweatshirt he had on at the restaurant when he started to eat the wings. What the heck, TIDE will get out just about anything. Wayne said the only “real” way to eat Munchie Emporium Hot Flaming Chicken Wings is to sit “neck-ed” in the bath tub in three or four inches of cool water. But he said that we would have to take turns since there wasn’t room for both of us to do it at the same time. He is such a cute little kidder.

I give Munchie Emporium 98 fingers out of 100. I say fingers because the only thing we had that was fork edible in the restaurant was the cole slaw. Everything else took fingers to eat and a whole lot of napkins to clean up. The whole meal was so juicy ‘er jus-y, whatever. Thank you Lisa for bringing extra napkins so I could clean Wayne up before we left. I didn’t want him to splash or drip on the other customers on the way out.

Our whole bill was around $13 after subtracting $6 for the Entertainment book coupon and of course, adding in the tax. We could have gotten a whole ‘nuther meal out of those chicken wings if Wayne hadn’t insisted on the two of us going to the bathroom. It was fun though and both of us did fit after all. Till next time, Taa Taaa.

Mrs. Waynedale

The adventures and reviews of Mrs. Waynedale are written by a mystery author in the Waynedale area. You have to love her, eccentric, truthful, and quaint as she is. She is a champion for Seniors.

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