Thursday, August 3, 2017

Mary Macs

 A reprint from ten years ago this week. This is the first blog post I ever put up here. I initially intended to just use the blog as a way of relating our trip to Atlanta that summer. I got hooked on telling stories, so I continued on. It's just a hobby, like quilting or collecting rubber bands in a big ball. Some of the posts over the last ten years were not so good, some were not so bad, but I like writing them. 

Monday, August 6, 2007

We just got back from our trip to Atlanta and Savannah, Georgia. Savannah is beautiful and we had many great meals. I can't say the same for Atlanta. In Atlanta we ate at a landmark restaurant called 'Mary Macs'. It was written up as a great place to get authentic southern cooking. When we walked in we were greeted and shown to a table in a separate room from the main room. I can only guess that it is referred to by the staff as the 'bachelor room' or maybe they actually call it the 'gay room'. It was me and Mark, plus two other gentlemen of the gay persuasion. Later two more obvious gay men were seated there. Through the door I could see the main room full of families and male, female couples. Now don't get me wrong, I liked the 'batchelor room'. Having grown up with so many small children around, I like to be with the adults.

When we first sat down an old lady greeted us and with a southern drawl said "Hi, how are y'all doin". She then proceded to give us both a long lingering back rub while we talked about where we're from and other chit chat. It was creepy. I can only assume she worked there, or maybe she is Mary Mac.

I ordered fried chicken with collard greens and macoroni and cheese. Halfway through my chicken I bit into a long (8 inch) blonde hair. Which is even more odd because all the kitchen help is black. When I went to wash down the offending chicken with a tall glass of ice water, I noticed a orange smudge on the glass. I went to wipe it off with a napkin, but it didn't come off. Moving my straw up and down in the glass I realized IT WAS ON THE INSIDE. By the way what food I did eat was bland and awful.

Read more about the lady who gave us the back rub by clicking here.

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