Alabama Trip
Obviously, it is a little different vibe than Oberlin, OH, so I'll lay a few things on you.
For my hour drive over to the facility, the one commercial that seemed to play over and over on the radio was a "donate your car to us" ad. The agency was some institute for the blind. It took me hearing the commercial for the second time to really get that one.
Every dining facility we ate at, the owner walked around and talked with the patrons. Now you expect that at fine establishments like Miorcas (downtown Cleve.), or some original Italian place (no matter where in the world you are), etc. but, hey, this was "Big Daddy's" in White Plains, AL, pop. 5,000. His shirt open to the mid-chest so he could show off his new open-heart surgery scars, he never stopped talking and making sure everyone had what they need. Sweet tea in the South is still the best. We also ate at "The Barn," one of the top 100 places to eat in Alabama (I can now tick that one off my list). Again, Ron the owner came and sat down with us and even gave us a few slices of Red velvet to make sure we didn't leave without being satisfied. Shoot, even when we went to the mall on our way to see SW3, the owner of the American Grill put extra veggies on the sandwich even though it wasn't on the menu that way, and told us how business was going etc.
Notice I didn't say where the food was bad or good. If the food was bad or just decent, the Southern hospitality made up for it. If the food was good, the meal was great. Now I wouldn't travel half-way across the country to get to any of those places, but there were some good reminders to me that words can set tables.


