Since I'm the most distant official Contingent member most of these gatherings require me to travel many miles, and this day was no exception. As I approached the western boundary of Palmyra on WI-59 I was feeling faint and knew I needed sustenance in order to continue my trek, so with what little strength I had left in my frail body I heroically parked at the Edge of Town Cafe
The corned beef hash definitely seemed like the canned variety but it was nicely crisped on the flattop, which makes a big difference. And the crumbly biscuit and sausage gravy were outstanding!
Suitably revived and fortified, I continued my eastward travels until I arrived at the appointed destination.
Our table was in the back of the dining area.
With good reason. Or reasons, if you break things down in an individual manner. Cjucoder
was nice enough to share an order of mushrooms.
While the Buddy Roadhouses
obtained pepperoni & sausage and steak & onion pizzas for the group.
The aforementioned French onion soup.
Help me out here, Abe Froeman
. I'm never good at remembering names the first time around, but was it Chris who was sitting across from me? Regardless, this is his order of mozzarella sticks; the cheese is encased in an eggroll wrapper and that helps it keep its shape.
Chicken, whose merits or lack thereof have already been discussed. Cjucoder
rebelled and ordered a southwest-themed chicken skillet thingy, which looked really good.
And to wrap things up, the bread pudding.