RE: Chicken Fried Steak
Once upon a time in a land far different from just about anyone's birth the young airman, tired of the mess hall, the BX and the beer garden wandered into the Greyhound station restaurant in Amarillo and perused the menu as Hank Williams' Kalija was playing on the juke box. Noticing what was an obvious misprint, the young airman asked the waitress about it and was told that chicken fried steak was not chicken, it was steak that was fried like chicken. Figuring anything was better than the food at the beer garden back at the base, the youth ordered same. When it was delivered, topped with beautiful gravy, with mashed potatoes mounded alongside, also covered with gravy, and a small bowl of soggy green beans sitting at the top of the huge platter, the young airman dove in. Thus was born a lifelong love affair.
With apologies to dreamzpainter, from whom this was teefed (as they say in the Virgin Islands).