Last Saturday the S.O. and I drove up to Fayatteville Tennessee. What is it about the south and the name Fayatteville? Arkansas has one. North Carolina does, I think South Carolina does too.
Fayatteville has a couple of things that distinguish it. One, its the closest place to buy a Power Ball ticket thanks to Alabama’s arcane lottery laws. Two, its a "real" southern small town, complete with town square. And three, its got this place:
Now we did not start out with the intent to eat there-but when we got to the town we were both starving. And I was intrigued by this particular place that advertised "Slaw Burgers". I convinced the S.O. we should go in.
Its a quaint old place that’s been around since 1923 and used to be a pool hall. Its still got a "pool hall" kind of feel.
The S.O. nursing her Iced Tea!
They have lots of old time momentos. My favorite was this picture entitled "Capitalism":
I love the Onassis quote in the middle, because I very much agree with it: If women did not exist-all the money in the world would have no meaning.
Pictures of the place in bygone era’s:
And its specialty-Slaw dogs and Slaw burgers. The Cole slaw is very well ground and a semi sweet concoction made with mayonnaise and mustard. We passed on the burger and had hot dogs:
Does not look like much-but it tastes good. And my lunch- a chili dog- was most definitely not heart healthy:
Good for the soul-if not the body.
Fine dining? Its not. But it had three virtues that we both liked: cheap, quick, and tasty. Beat the heck out of fast food up the road-but that’s just my view. Your mileage may vary.
Dig the menu from 1960:
Prices have gone up just a tad since then.
And we did not win the Power Ball jackpot-so I think we have to go back.