T Stands For From the Archives

If you are seeing this comment, it means my power supply or cable has not been fixed or replaced.  I have internet, or at least I suspect I have, but I have no way to turn on my computer.  Thanks to my foodie friend Sally (who you will see below), I used her computer to post this and visit a few people yesterday while I was there.  Once I'm back online, this comment will go away. 

I'm heading to the archives to find places my foodie friend Sally and I have been together.  For one reason or other, I have never shown these outings.  However, like many of you who are struggling to find T Tuesday posts of interest, I decided to clean out my archives.

Back before it was unsafe to go to restaurants, Sally and I each received a flyer with really good bargain coupons for this new restaurant called Huddle House. 

Since it was in the neighborhood, we watched as the building went up within about two months.  It took awhile longer before we noticed they were open for business.

Then came the coupons in the mail.

The omelets looked so good, I wanted one.

With coupons in hand, we ordered our chosen meals.  As usual, we both got water, mine with lemon.

I ordered a cheese omelet with toast and hash browns.  The omelet I got wasn't as fluffy as it appeared in the menu.  And the cheese was a piece of what looked like American processed cheese food, which only has to be 51% real cheese.

Sally got scrambled eggs (the only kind she'll eat), bacon, toast, grits, and a short stack of pancakes.

The restaurant wasn't the least bit busy, 

so I took the opportunity to take a few photos of the interior.

I actually took all these photos while waiting for our meal.

Why haven't I showed this before, you ask.  To be honest, I was too frustrated and mad to do so until now.  I only ate about half my meal and got a take-out container for the rest.  When I was ready to leave, I left the ticket, money, and a $3.00 tip (far more than I needed to) on top of my take-out container and headed to the restroom which you might have noticed was in the back of the building.  When I got back, my check, money for the meal, tip, AND take-out container were gone.  I called the waiter over, who said he thought I had left it.  I asked him to retrieve it for me and he said he had thrown it away in the garbage can and couldn't get it.  I was so mad I vowed to never go back.

Karma can be a good thing.  Sally told me she had to go for medication recently at the pharmacy across the street from Huddle House and she noticed the Huddle House is NO MORE.  No sign, nothing in the restaurant at all.  The building is completely empty.  Serves them right.  Now you know why I never showed this outing before.   At least now I feel vindicated.

Now it's your turn. It can be gifts you received, photos, a place you visited, movies, postcards, mail art, junk mail, catalogs, books, sketches, mixed media, drawings, paintings, tags, scrapbooking, or other art that is digital, hybrid, or traditional, as long as it in some way relates back to a drink, any drink. Regardless, please share below and Bleubeard and I, along with the rest of the T gang will be by to visit. Please link only your T post and not your blog in general. Bleubeard would like to remind you that old photos are acceptable because they may be taken any time, not just on Tuesday and not just this year.