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We left Kansas and drove south along the Missouri border to Branson. Along the way we stopped to eat lunch at Lambert's - Home of the Throwed Roll. We waited in line for two hours to get a table and found the food to be just okay.
So what, you ask, is a throwed roll? Here's the answer...
When Brian was attending Wash U. in St. Louis he and a friend took a road trip to Memphis and visited Graceland. Roadside billboards kept advertising Lambert's - Home of the Throwed Roll and it was only two hours off their route. On the way home they gave in to curiosity and stopped at Lambert's. Brian told us he was in "East Bumblefuck" and the first thing he saw was a Starr Bus. We laughed hysterically because Starr is a local tour operator out of Trenton, NJ.
Anyway Brian went on and on about the amount of food and how they bring the hot rolls out of the kitchen on a trolley and throw them to you - sometimes across the room. We were intrigued and could not pass up our chance to experience all of this fun. We went to a different location than Brian, but the same deal. A young man wheeled the stainless trolley out of the kitchen and proceeded to throw the muffin shape rolls to anyone who wanted one. They were burning hot and pretty good. Another server followed and offered sorghum to sweeten the roll and give you many more calories as well. It is sort of like a thick molasses for you Yankees. Young children walked up to the cart and the server gently tossed their roll into their outstretched hands. Lots of laughs.
Now in addition to all kinds of fried foods and greasy meats they have "pass arounds." First they give you fried okra and later potatoes with onions, stewed macaroni and tomatoes and one more that I can't remember. This is in addition to your entree and two vegetables. The drinks are served in 32 oz. plastic mugs with free refills. Needless to say I took my fried catfish home in a doggie bag.
Around 5:00 pm we arrived in Branson a little road weary and our tummies still full. As we pulled into town we were amazed at how hilly it is and realized that we were in the Ozark Mountains. Branson looks like it grew up haphazardly with large theatres dropped in among strip malls and lots of motels and restaurants. It goes on for miles and is nowhere as organized as the Las Vegas strip.
We went directly to our campground and it was the nicest one we stayed at the entire trip. It was a hilly park with tiered sites that were spacious and shady. They gave you a card to get through the security gate and another to open the bathrooms and laundry. The location seemed central to everything and we drove to the downtown area and walked around a shopping plaza. Later we settled in and watched some cable TV.
So what, you ask, is a throwed roll? Here's the answer...
When Brian was attending Wash U. in St. Louis he and a friend took a road trip to Memphis and visited Graceland. Roadside billboards kept advertising Lambert's - Home of the Throwed Roll and it was only two hours off their route. On the way home they gave in to curiosity and stopped at Lambert's. Brian told us he was in "East Bumblefuck" and the first thing he saw was a Starr Bus. We laughed hysterically because Starr is a local tour operator out of Trenton, NJ.
Anyway Brian went on and on about the amount of food and how they bring the hot rolls out of the kitchen on a trolley and throw them to you - sometimes across the room. We were intrigued and could not pass up our chance to experience all of this fun. We went to a different location than Brian, but the same deal. A young man wheeled the stainless trolley out of the kitchen and proceeded to throw the muffin shape rolls to anyone who wanted one. They were burning hot and pretty good. Another server followed and offered sorghum to sweeten the roll and give you many more calories as well. It is sort of like a thick molasses for you Yankees. Young children walked up to the cart and the server gently tossed their roll into their outstretched hands. Lots of laughs.
Now in addition to all kinds of fried foods and greasy meats they have "pass arounds." First they give you fried okra and later potatoes with onions, stewed macaroni and tomatoes and one more that I can't remember. This is in addition to your entree and two vegetables. The drinks are served in 32 oz. plastic mugs with free refills. Needless to say I took my fried catfish home in a doggie bag.
Around 5:00 pm we arrived in Branson a little road weary and our tummies still full. As we pulled into town we were amazed at how hilly it is and realized that we were in the Ozark Mountains. Branson looks like it grew up haphazardly with large theatres dropped in among strip malls and lots of motels and restaurants. It goes on for miles and is nowhere as organized as the Las Vegas strip.
We went directly to our campground and it was the nicest one we stayed at the entire trip. It was a hilly park with tiered sites that were spacious and shady. They gave you a card to get through the security gate and another to open the bathrooms and laundry. The location seemed central to everything and we drove to the downtown area and walked around a shopping plaza. Later we settled in and watched some cable TV.
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