Well, it was time for another retiree luncheon. This time fourteen of us met here. The group had been a few other times, but it was totally new to me.
I know it seems far away to people who don't like to drive distances. But, it is actually only about 30 minutes from my house in San Antonio. Driving to some of my favorite restaurants across town can take a lot longer. Plus, it is a very pleasant "drive in the country", as my daddy used to say when I was a kid.
The restaurant is in an old house. The particular table that we were seated at had a major acoustical problem. Teachers can get loud, but this arrangement intensified the voices to the point of being uncomfortable. You wouldn't notice this in a smaller group, or with more polite diners who try to keep their voices down.
Our server was wonderful. I have mentioned before how some of the retirees can be kind of grumpy. She took it in stride. Her one mistake was forgetting to bring lemon with one lady's water. She corrected that by bringing several small dishes of lemon slices to the table. One of the ladies asked her how the chicken salad was prepared. She was unphased and rattled off the entire kitchen production. I felt bad that we all had separate checks after working her so hard during lunch. I hope the others also tipped her well.
I have also mentioned that one of my meds sometimes messes with me. Today was one of those days. The menu was full of interesting dishes that everyone else ordered and enjoyed. All of them were plated nicely and looked good. But, I just wasn't in the mood for food. I ordered a grilled cheese sandwich and a cup of the potato bacon soup of the day. Now, don't go feeling sorry for poor little Jimmie. The grilled cheese was a perfect specimen of what a grilled cheese is supposed to be. It had just enough butter to make it crispy and tasty without making my fingers greasy. The bread was nice and thick, the blend of cheeses was exactly the right amount, and the toastiness was spot on. I was afraid the soup was going to be one of those awful cheesy potato soups with the consistency of watery mashed potatoes. It was not. It was a clear broth with chunks of boiled potatoes. It tasted absolutely fantastic. When no one was looking, I dunked my grilled cheese in there as if I were at home. Sorry Mama.
Y'all know I have to have dessert. It isn't dining if you skip it. It's just eating out. Anyway, I was torn between the buttermilk pie and the carrot cake. I was about to order a slice of each, when my friend said she was getting the carrot cake and would let me have a bite. I went ahead and ordered the buttermilk pie. I had one bite of each of them. I know... But with that danged med, that was all I could stomach. Both of them were really good. The buttermilk was one of the best I have ever had. And, let me tell you this fat boy has eaten a LOT of buttermilk pie.
I didn't hear one bad thing from any of my fellow diners, other than complaints about the noise. I wanted to look at them and say, "Then just shut up!" I mean- the noise wasn't coming from anyone else but us.
I won't be bringing my other school retirees here. Unfortunately, we only meet on Tuesdays, and the Backyard Bistro is only open Thursday through Sunday. That is a shame. read more