The Waddle

Last Thursday, the 12th of January, after a trip to an antique shop, the mister, the boy and I dined at James Madison's in Harrisonburg, Virginia. It's a Southern kitchen and whiskey bar. 

The place was empty, but as soon as we were seated, people came by slowly. Most of them were at the bar below. We were at a booth on the second floor. 

Sadly, there weren't any vegetarian entrees in their menu. I had no other option, so we chose three kinds of meats--- pork, beef and chicken. The sides were two kinds of potato dishes, mac and cheese and coleslaw. 

Guess what? 

It was one of the best smoked meats I've ever tasted in my entire life. We really wiped out the entire order, including all the side dishes. 

I really would like to order the blondie with vanilla ice cream for dessert, but sadly I didn't have room left for that. 

While we were walking to the parking garage just across the restaurant... 

"I am so full," I told them. 

"Me too." Jason replied. 

"I am so full that now I have the waddle." He added.