Dawson's favorite food is fish. My Dad finds and frequents the best places to eat wherever he goes. He decided that Daws just had to try Horace and Dickies in D.C. The only thing my Dad ever tells us about a restraurant is about the food, so when we pulled up to this garage in the projects and everyone got out but my mom, I asked her what she was doing, and she said, "Oh Honey, you don't park in a place like this."
O.k., but should I let my outspoken children out in a place like this? We stood in a long, hot line, waiting to cram ourselves into this take-out only establishment. The other people in line were not friendly and not happy to see us there. Once we got to the doorway though, my dad hollered out, "Hey Big Momma!" to the mammoth women running the counter. She asked him for his order in front of all the people and then he paid and we got out of there. The boys were laughing because she kept calling them sugar. Dave and I were laughing because we were so glad we all made it out alive.
This place doesn't have any prices listed, they just decide how much you pay when you get to the cashier. Thankfully we were with my Dad, because we got about 8 pieces of fish, the size of dinner plates, fries, some white bread and hot sauce for $6. I'm thinking, if Dave and I had happened upon this place by ourselves, it would have cost more, if they gave us any at all.
My dad can fit in anywhere. |
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