|1.||having an old-fashioned attractiveness or charm; oddly picturesque: a quaint old house.|
|2.||strange, peculiar, or unusual in an interesting, pleasing, or amusing way: a quaint sense of humor.|
So tune in with the second meaning. It is a plain, small rectangular building about a mile off the paved road. The place used to be a dance studio, as evidenced by a full wall of mirrors. Tables are big ol' banquet tables placed end to end in two rows, covered with white plastic and, for the season, a runner (also plastic) of poinsettias down the center of each one. The chairs are folding chairs.
When we walked in we were greeted by the owner/manager/cook/server whose name is Wynell. The menu is on the wall, and you chose one of the two entrees and two of four sides. Tonight's choices were meatloaf or grilled chicken breast; tossed salad, steamed broccoli, parsley-ranch taters, or cheesy squash casserole. While Wynell goes to the kitchen (which, BTW, used to be where the dance instructor's husband prepared and sold bar-be-que!) to fix your plates, you help yourself to coffee, iced tea or water and find your own seat. We happened to be the only patrons at the time, so we had our choice of about 30 or so seats along the two rows of tables.
Within about five minutes, Wynell brought our plates. Allan had the chicken which was so tender that it fell apart when he tried to cut it. He said it was not dry, just extremely tender. I had the meatloaf and it was delicious. Not only that, but the plates were heaped! I brought home over half of my food. Also on the plate was a huge buttermilk biscuit that was yummy! Allan described it as "eating as if we're at Grandma's house on Sunday." He's right!!
Just when we both reached the point of bursting, Wynell slipped a strawberry shortcake under our noses! We opted to bring these home because we couldn't bear trying to eat more at that time. And folks, it was real shortcake, not that awful sponge cake that most places use. I hadn't had the real deal in longer than I can remember, and it was awesome!
All this food was $10 apiece!! Well, it was $9.48 plus tax, $10, so they don't have to worry about change! Lawdy!
Shortly after we arrived, a few other people came in, first three people, two men and a woman arrived. They considered what to order, and I commented that the meatloaf was excellent, and Allan agreed about the chicken, and we began to talk and joke around. One of the men said to Wynell that he was paying for the other man's meal, and to save argument, he wanted to pay right then. I quipped that I appreciated him picking up the tab for everyone, and we all laughed. Later another couple arrived and sat with them, and we all continued to chat. A few minutes before we left yet another couple arrived and sat just down from us and joined in the general conversation. One very humorous story was about a "city woman" from Florida who came in once with locals that she was visiting with, and sat with her arms folded, not eating anything. The place was simple but quite clean. I don't understand her problem!
When we prepared to leave, Allan reached in his pocket to get money and Wynell said that the gentleman had bought our dinner!! I was really embarrassed that I had let my mouth run away with my manners, but they just smiled and said that they enjoyed our company and wanted to do so. We left a nice tip for Wynell, chatted a little more and then left.
Before we left I told them about my late husband who was known for being generous to strangers in need. Often, as we traveled, we met folks just down on their luck, out of gas or with a flat tire, and Glenn would reach in his pocket and hand them money. Once a couple ran out of money for gas and they were about 100 miles short of their destiny and his new job. The kids in the car were hungry, and we had munchies in our car, so we bought them a tank of gas, gave them $50 to tide them over and gave them our snacks for the kids. He was often criticised for this. People told him that he was taking a great risk even talking with them, let alone giving them money. However, more than once, people asked for our address (yes, again, risky, I know) and they sent the money back to us. Some didn't.
My belief is that what you give willingly comes back to you in some way. I think we may not always recognize it when it does, and sometimes it is a long time afterward, but I think it comes back. These folks agreed and wished us Merry Christmas.
What a beautiful gesture. I was incredibly touched. I loved the little restaurant, I enjoyed the company, the food was great. But best of all, the people were just plain old, down to earth country folk. I love living here. I enjoy being around people who are honest and simple. I'm not putting them down, I'm saying they are good people that I genuinely like.
As we moved to the door, the last couple who had come in, called to us. Allan had apparently dropped a $5 bill when he pulled out the money. They could have kept it, and we would never have known. $5 isn't a big deal, but it brought tears to my eyes that these folks were so wonderfully honest.
I'm in the right place. I do love it here.
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Nope, no pictures. This one stands alone.