That's a picture of the magnolia blossom that I took last night with the hallway light behind it. I can't stop looking at it, loving it. So ethereal, so luscious. The scent of it is enough to make you drunk and hits you from from a room away. Could I ever live in a place where these magnolias cannot grow?
I am not sure.
Today was fun. And funny. Mr. Moon asked me if I'd like to go to Monticello for lunch with him. He wanted to buy crickets to use as bait on a river fishing trip tomorrow. He also needed to pay a bill and pick up a bunch of raw peanuts he'd ordered at the Farmers Market.
I decided we should try someplace different for lunch today and so I googled restaurants in Monticello, Florida and along with the ones I already know so well- Casa Grande (i.e. The Mexican), The Rev, The Brickhouse Eatery, Pizza Hut, and Burger King, there were a few I'd never heard of including Klucker's Fried Chicken and Roscoe's Food For the Soul.
Now I perked up at that last one. It's located right next to the Winn Dixie in the Winn Dixie shopping center where the Asian restaurant used to be that had the best Buddha's Delight. Anyway, I looked at the menu and it looked good to me and had all the things a southern girl could ask for from ribs to catfish to collards to banana pudding. So off we went, with the intention of trying Roscoe's.
First we went to the Farmer's Market which is always a treat.
Can you see Mr. Moon?
Both sides now.
Glen got his peanuts which means I'll be roasting again, and I got three pepper plants and an eggplant plant. Then we toodled off down neighborhood backroads to Roscoe's. I have to tell you that Monticello has an awful lot of charm to it.
However, the Winn Dixie shopping center is not charming in the least. Just about all of the stores are closed except for a nail salon and a store-front church and Roscoe's. Oh. And a liquor store. But having had some of the best food I've ever eaten in the most unlikely of places, I was not daunted by the location at all.
And things looked promising when we walked in. Great menu, pictures of celebrities with Roscoe all over the walls,
and red-checked oil cloth tablecloths over the plastic tables with ketchup, hot sauce, and pepper vinegar in the middle of each one.
As they should be.
So we ordered. I got a catfish sandwich and potato salad which I have been craving, and Mr. Moon got the two-ribs lunch special with collard greens. I asked the woman at the counter who Roscoe was because I was pretty sure that whoever he was, he had not met the people pictured with him in Monticello, Florida. Turns out that the "flagship" restaurant is in Anchorage, Alaska and I guess if you're a celebrity looking for soul food that far up north, you go see Roscoe.
The food came out and was served, as expected, in foam take-away containers except for my potato salad which was oddly served in a cardboard boat-shaped container. Here is what a southern fried catfish sandwich looks like.
I was a little frightened of her although she was a mere slip of a thing. Her demeanor was not humble, shall we say.
"There were raw parts in it," I said, as sweetly as possible.
"No, thanks!" I chirped.
And she turned on her heel and went back to the kitchen.
Mr. Moon said not a word about his ribs. Also? The collards were bitter and that is a sin.
So we won't be going back to Roscoe's.
Look how straight the rows are:
The beans growing up the fencing behind them are starting to bloom.
That magnolia blossom is so creamy and delicious looking!ReplyDelete
It sounds like you have had a very good day in spite of Roscoe's food!
Do female cats fight, too? I thought it was just males. We have had the best meals at some decrepit looking food places. Too bad your sandwich wasn't good. Do you think she cooked it from frozen?ReplyDelete
I can only imagine the delirious scent coming from that magnolia.....ahh. Too bad the food at Roscoe's not up to snuff......but you will cook a dinner tonight that will be good- whatever it is! Yeah! You get the boys and to see May tomorrow! I trust your stone is staying put and you have no discomfort? I'm glad of that for you. We are back to fires in wood stove......cripes.....will winter EVER end? Wimps, we Californians. Poor Maurice.....her face forever scarred.......that little dickens!ReplyDelete
Poor Maurice. She's hiding and feeling sorry.ReplyDelete
I only see pink and/or red magnolias here, never a white one. I'd advise you to stay in Florida for those. Oh, yes, and it's continuing to rain. That's been the story all week.
We will definitely avoid Roscoe's. It sucks when you try out a new place and the food is awful. I always wonder how those kind of restaurants keep going.ReplyDelete
Poor Maurice. She looks beat up. I felt like that at work today. Came home and sat on the back deck with a nice big glass of iced tea and that helped.
Poor Maurice. Looks like she might be getting an abscess there.ReplyDelete
What a shame the meal was bad but your magnolias make everything better again. Is that what Maggie was named for?
Your farmers' market is awesome. I wish we had similar here.
What are crowder peas and are they different from normal peas in they way they grow? or are the peas themselves different?ReplyDelete
The backlit magnoia and the farmers Market are both lovely, all the bottles of honey lined up on the shelf.
It's sad Roscoe's didn't live up to expectations. It sounds so good.
That's a shame about that restaurant but poor service not to knock something off the bill in any case. I guess you can at least cross that one off the list though!ReplyDelete
I don't think I have ever smelt a magnolia. They look beautiful .ReplyDelete
I would have wanted some money off the bill for that ghastly sounding food.
I bought 12 tomato " plug plants" that arrived a few days ago. I have potted them up and they are all of 2 inches tall now! 3 have gone to my daughter-in-law, and a friend is going to have 2 when they are a bit bigger.
I have to tell you. Last night, I watched an episode of Escape to the Chateau. They made pickled magnolia petals! Right away, I knew you needed to know this.ReplyDelete
Roscoe's Food for the Soul--maybe they didn't make it known that it was food for the bitter, grumpy soul. A Southern Catfish sandwich is such a treat. It really stings when it doesn't live up to the billing.ReplyDelete
Crickets eat potatoes??ReplyDelete
37paddington: Your voice sounds bright and good here, in spite of that awful meal and really poor customer service. Roscoe needs to do some quality control. Poor Maurice. She needs to remind the others that she found you first. The magnolia is lovely. Enjoy your boys on Mer Mer day!ReplyDelete
Glad you had a nice adventure with Mr. Moon. Too bad about the bad food, tho...ReplyDelete
What a bummer about Roscoe's! The strangest part of that whole story is that it's a restaurant with branches in Anchorage, Alaska and MONTICELLO, FLORIDA?! How did THAT happen, one wonders?!ReplyDelete
Maybe the Monticello restaurant is where they train the chefs, and when they hit the big time they go to Alaska.
I bet Maurice feels very secure in that tub. Cats seem to like a tight space.