No, she's not the future Mrs. Particleman. She made my lunch today. Or rather, I went to her restaurant in south Dallas with work people and ate more than I thought I could fit in my stomach. You should have seen this lunch. It could have fed a family. I had a quarter of a baked chicken, about a pound of sweet potatoes, about a pound of broccoli and rice casserole, and corn. Sweet Jesus. I couldn’t even come close to finishing my plate. Within thirty seconds of walking outside into the heat I started sweating broccoli casserole. And our waitress was so nice. She called me, “baby.” Well, she called everyone baby.

One of my coworkers grew up in the part of town where the restaurant was and I’m all for trying new restaurants that aren’t part of a chain. I’m definitely taking everyone I know to this restaurant.

Back at the office, I was so full I couldn’t see. The hours of 2 pm to 4 pm are a blur. The best part of the experience was the television show they had the TVs tuned to – church gospel performances. I’m ready to convert.