However, we had brought along a book “500 Things to Eat Before It’s Too Late,” written by two NPR contributors, which indicated that some of the best catfish in America is at a place called the Surfside Club outside Omaha on the Missouri River. Carl loves catfish so we GPS’d our way there along a dirt road off the interstate.
As we drove up, we saw signs about dress codes, and since it was called the Surfside CLUB, we worried that it was a sort of boating club where we wouldn’t be appropriately dressed. That turned out to have been a joke, because the building was basically a shack with picnic tables for those who chose to eat outside.
The menu was on the written on a wall: catfish dinner, or chicken dinner, both served with
cole-slaw, fries and corn fritters, all deep fried. If you know me at all, you know it’s been a long time since I had anything deep fried. I had chicken and it was delicious and worth all those other lunches of salads. It turned out that at the table next to us was an Omaha family where the Dad in the group had lived in Bremerton & Gig Harbor. What are the odds? The server was very friendly, and at the end of the meal she showed us the tradition of throwing our leftover corn fritters into the Missouri, and watching the carp come up to the surface to grab them. Of course, she took us outside before we paid the bill, and we started to walk away. The friendly owner intercepted us, in a friendly manner, of course, and we apologetically paid up. Pretty much everyone in there was local, and I feel so sorry for people who rush through the county eating at Applebees & Dennys. It was an experience I wouldn’t have missed for anything!
The terrain has completely changed from Plains to farms and rolling hiss [ed note -- I think she means 'hills', but 'hiss' is also a possibility, with the wind through the cornfields]. Lots & lots of corn!
So, here we are in Kansas City, basically the biggest city since Portland. We are resting here for a day, and doing some sightseeing in KC tomorrow. We are divided between seeing the Truman Presidential Library and the Museum of Jazz. [ed note -- I think you'll find this is called the American Jazz Museum... and gets my vote - not that I have one!]
- New Out of State License Plates seen: Massachusetts (no National Parks to check out the parking lots)
- Days till we see Lucy: 3
- Days till we see Toby & Beruria: 10
- Days till we see Paige : 26
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