So we finally just decided to go, no more excuses. The two of us got in the car and set off on a lunch date to Watson's Shack and Rail. The restaurant itself was very casual, it still had a bar feel but it was fun. The two of us were led to one of the two tables sitting in the large window next to one of the main streets in the downtown area. As we decided on food and talked, I had a wonderful time glancing out to the rainy day to the bookstore across the street. Part of me longed to browse the three stories of bookshelves and the other part was enjoying the company and experience. (The struggle of being an introvert.)
The interior had beautiful tin ceiling, the bar area to the left, seating to the right, and the kitchen in the back. It was switched up from the previous business it used to be according to the Mr. He said the back has a ramp down to street level and had been a loading dock at one point.
After commenting on the interior we refocused on the food. Pork rinds were ordered.
They were followed by other choices but it was definitely my choice of Chicken and Waffles that stole the show. This was the Mr.'s first experience with chicken and waffles and this was a wonderful experience for him. The chicken was gorgeously fried and the waffle was done to perfection. They knew what they were doing. Just wish that they knew that gravy is an option or some people like more syrup. Still nonetheless, it was heavenly.
So heavenly in fact that a week later, Mr. was commenting how he was craving it but wished that he didn't want such an expensive dish. That was when I got the idea to surprise him with dinner at the end of an incredibly long work shift for him. The day before I planned on making this dinner I went looking for a good priced waffle-maker since I had yet to pick one up and neither had he.
With luck I found one at the local Goodwill for a great price and the waffles were 4 hearts joined in the center at the points. My metamour (my boyfriend's wife) agreed that they were adorable and perfect for the surprise.
Next was to find the right recipes for waffles. Then I found two. One was a standard waffle: vanilla, milk, flour, etc. The other was found via Countrified Hicks, and their No Milk Waffles. We've redubbed them, Apple Butter Waffles, or renamed accordingly depending on the main ingredient. The Mr has a lactose intolerance so these were a wonderful alternative. Instead of milk or alternative, these waffles called for apple butter, pumpkin butter, or even applesauce. I am a connoisseur of those goodies so we had the apple butter on stock and I was all too happy to finish off a jar for these.
And so when he came home and he smelled the fried chicken and came in and saw the heaping plates of waffles and the fried chicken, he was grinning from ear to ear and that couldn't help but make me smile too. The other two arrived home shortly after and we had a family meal together as best we could around our small dining room table (made even smaller by my sewing machine, oops).
Blessed Be.
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