Sherri and I got there first. The place was empty. The receptionist told us we were their first customers. She said they opened at 11, an hour before we got there. It was a little before 1 that the crowd started to arrive, just before the football game began. TVs were everywhere on the walls. It didn’t matter where you sat you had the perfect seat to watch the game. As the game progressed the place became rowdy, much different than when we first arrived.
This morning I was thinking how different Sunday dinner was when I was a kid. My parents rarely went out to eat on Sunday, or any time for that matter. On special occasions we might have gone to Wilson’s Restaurant on the Bowling Green road or Parkview Restaurant on the square in Russellville. Those were the only choices. I don’t remember any TVs at either of those places. Of course,back in those days people were not looking at their cell phones because there were none, thank goodness. The waitresses didn’t have weird colored hair, tight pants with holes in the knees, or metal object in their eyebrows, lips and nose. Neither of those places were ever loud, no one shouting or screaming a curse word. No, it was just calm, peaceful, and friendly.
Where did we eat? We almost always ate at home. My parents actually cooked. We had fried chicken, steak and gravy, roast beef and Sunday potatoes, with biscuits or cornbread, vegetables, which I didn’t like back then, and most of the time a chocolate pie, a coconut pie or some other delicious dessert that my mother had made. Sometimes we would have company, the preacher and his family, or just some friends. But always our family sat down at the table and had Sunday Dinner together.
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