This place is an institution.
I used to eat at Gray Brothers with my grandparents. I used to eat there with my aunts. I used to eat there with The Motterns before I was one.
Obviously I have not eaten there since 1944.
See, how we came to eat at Gray Brothers is because we never eat at Gray Brothers. Two Sundays ago we drove down to Southern Indiana, well I drove down, cause I want always to drive in the daytime, even if there is a snowstorm, light is mo better, and my husband didn’t want us to eat there even though that’s where Aunt Marthanne brought her sugar cream pie…
After I snuck off to eat Swiss cheese, Papaw said The Mister ought to take us to Gray Brothers on the way home and I said, “HE NEVER TAKES ME TO GRAY BROTHERS! I ask him every time, and every time he says no! Twenty years! Not once in twenty years!”
This surprised Papaw and he shook his head.
It’s a damn shame is what it is.
So when we drove home, well, The Mister drove home, because it was dark, I said to him, “Your dad said you ought to take me to Gray Brothers.”
“Did he now? My dad said that? To YOU?”
“He did. And I told him you never take me.”
We stopped at McDon’ts in Spencer, about which I will never complain, Coke Coke.
I asked The Mister, “Don’t you like Gray Brothers? Why you never wanna go?”
“Cause, Baby, I just wanna get home. We will make a special trip next weekend. I will take you then.”
And now, I will take y’all. Sorry you can’t smell it or taste it.
I’ll admit it’s an odd pic, unless you consider it makes a nice Lock Screen photo.
Oh, it’s happening!
Oh my gosh, here we go!
Now, Imma tell you how it works. You wait in a line. A long, long line. Even if you show up when it’s ‘slow’, y’ain’t walkin in to eat, you walkin in to wait.
You got about 200 feet to wait inside, but on Sunday after church, the line is outside and wraps round the building. We went at 2 on a Saturday and were about 60th.
It doesn’t change.
Okay, the menu changes daily, and you must Google if you wanna be in the know. It’s all good. It is ALL good.
In case you never Googled ‘Hoosier tenderloin’ now I can show you.
It’s bigger than the plate.
But don’t order too much, cause PIE.
The pie! Oh the pie! I declared their lemon meringue pie the best when I was maybe ten. I am unwavering.
Beef n’ noodles, green beans, sage stuffing, half a roll, half a pie, and four glasses of water later, I was bursting.
Between the stuffing and my half a roll, I sopped up every bit of that noodle goo.
Perhaps you need a close-up of the noodle goo.
Mmm, noodle goo. What could be better on a cold winter’s day?
And that’s Gray Brothers.
I didn’t eat the rest of the day… cept PIE. The other half of the best lemon meringue pie ever.
You should eat before you read me, hm? Next week, I may take you to brunch on The Fort. Unless I go someplace more interesting this weekend, which might also include food, because it’s winter in the Midwest and I just want comfort foods and quilts and books and tv and sleeeeep.
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