A Real, Honest to Goodness Date Night!

Hubby’s new work schedule has everything thrown for a loop. It feels like we barely get any alone time anymore. So, on his last day off, we decided to go on a date. We scoured the internet for cozy little restaurants near us. We found one set right on a local river, and decided that was it. Dropped the kids off at Grandma’s and we were off. We got in the car and followed my GPS through some of the prettiest scenery I’d ever seen.

We ended up at this cute little restaurant, and I just knew it was going to be perfect. Everything was gorgeous! The river ran behind the restaurant, the trees were sprouting green leaves and gorgeous flowers. The restaurant appeared to be this quaint little piece of heaven set aside for couples.

And then we walked inside the dining room.

There, covering every single wall, were mounted and stuffed dead animals. Everywhere. And every kind of dead animal you could imagine. We dined that evening with a possum hanging over hubby’s head, 3 skunks, a wild boar, several rabbits, a bear, countless deer heads, and a raccoon. (And that’s just what I could see from where I was sitting.) Had we not driven an hour to get there, we probably would have just left. But, hubby was amused by all of the animals on the walls and ceiling, so we stayed and I hoped for the best.

I wish that I had thought to snap some pictures with my camera phone, but I truly think I was so mortified at what was around us that I couldn’t even think about anything but keeping my food down.

It took me back to the days of my youth. When I was a little girl, my parents sang in a group. They traveled to different churches every Sunday. Often, we would have lunch with the pastor of the given church and his family. There was one pastor that I will never forget: Pastor Lemon. When you walked into Pastor Lemon’s house, he had animals everywhere. Squirrels, rabbits, birds…. even a giant bear that stood in his living room. I remember being terrified of eating at his house because I didn’t know what he was going to serve us.

Our date was much like a trip to Pastor Lemon’s house. I ordered the prime rib, but couldn’t even stomach it. I was terrified that it may not have come from a cow. And I really didn’t want to know what it came from. Luckily, hubby doesn’t have a problem with any kind of meat, so he helped me with my steak.

The moral of the story? When you live in the mountains, and you want a romantic dinner, call ahead and make sure you won’t be spending your night with the latest roadkill.

Disclaimer: I was in no way compensated for this post. (Are you surprised?) And so as to not offend the restaurant owners, (even though I was offended by all the creatures of death around me), I have opted not to name or link to the restaurant mentioned in this post. All opinions are 100% my own. Others may enjoy eating their dinner with a possum hanging over their head.

Photo Credit: The photo of the Roadkill menu came from joe-ks.com and can be found here. (I totally expected the menu to look like this!)

Angie Vinez (2893 Posts)

Angie is a wife and mother to 8. Her life revolves around cooking, cleaning, laundry, and other household duties. She is passionate about her life in Christ and wants to encourage other mothers in their own walk of faith. Angie is active on many social media networks, loves technology, photography, and graphic design, and loves creating blog designs for other mom bloggers.


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    mamawj says:

    well, you definatley have a sence of humor, the more I read your post the more I laughed you made it sound so comical, LOL. We went a restaraunt like that once that advertized pit hickory smoked BBQ the place was called Butts on the river and when we got inside I saw why they had pigs ever where, wooden carved pigs ceramic pigs you name it, I love BBQ but somehow it turned my interest for it that time from even able to enjoying it. Hope you get another time off soon with a better ending, we all desrve a day out to reconnect and refresh. take care.
    sewitupjulie at gmail dot com

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    Donna Perugini says:

    Hilarious! My story is a restaurant in Elkhart, IN that had baseball/trucker caps taking up every inch above your head. The gross part…look a little closer and you'd see many years of grease-caked dust on every hat! It was a farmer's hang out, the 6:30 am crowd and my husband was absolutely delighted to be there as often as he could……he wasn't even a farmer!

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    Fab Find Foodie says:

    Oh my gosh I cracked up reading this!! Poor Angie!! Finally get a date night adn it's invaded by mounted and stuffed animals!!

    I ended up in a similar place here in TX. I drove by this tiny restaurant everyday for months, and I swear you could smell BBQ for a mile! It was supposed to be one of the best places around, yet never really had a ton of cars in the parking lot. So one night we couldn't resist the smell of BBQ in the air any longer and stopped in for dinner. We walk in and it was the same thing…mounted animals EVERYWHERE!!!!! Nice way to ruin an appetite alright!

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    I would have been horrified. but i guess that is how mountain folk do it! lol.
    was the meal at least good?
    i would of asked to be served outside on a blanket near the river!! lol

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