I've probably been to every good Mexican restaurant in our side of town but name a steakhouse and I'm clueless. Now my boyfriend is a country guy living in the city. He knew right where to go. We got out of the truck and was immediately greeted with the aroma of steak. Dan was in heaven. Anyway, we went inside and a barrel full of peanuts sat right inside of the door. "Have you ever been to a place where you just throw the peanut shells on the floor?" he asked over the blaring country music. I'm pretty sure my eyes were as big as saucers. It just didn't feel right to throw shells on the floor of a restaurant. Sure enough though, peanut shells littered the place.
We were shown to a table, ordered our food, and had some great conversation which was interrupted occasionally by a random "Yeehaw!" by the waitstaff. Every few minutes the music increased in volume and the cute, bubbly waitresses went in the center of the restaurant to line dance.
I'm a city girl as much as he is a country guy. I don't like country music, don't eat steak, would rather not line dance (okay, I don't even know how!), and cowboy boots would be at the top of the list of things I'd never wear, but I had a fabulous time. Besides being with my boyfriend which always is awesome, the atmosphere was so new and exciting. And it inspired me. In some book in the future (I don't know which one!) a character will be visiting a restaurant where they throw peanut shells on the floor and the Wrangler-wearing waitresses yell "Yeehaw!" as loud as they can.

Well, readers, I need to go for now. There is a big world out there and I need to let life inspire me, so I can bring you wonderful new stories!
We used to have a Roadhouse Grill here that sounds just like that place...and boy am I missing it right now...lol
ReplyDeleteIt's amazing the places inspiration may hit you...I was driving down the road and passed this amazing building and boom - I was a goner on a whole story idea...:)