Ahhhh Oooooo

Boopie and the youngin' invited another youngin' to lunch with us yesterday. This youngin' seems like a nice young woman.

We ate at Coyote Bluff, a local hole in the wall known for its burgers. When we arrived just before 11, a line of about 10 or so people stood in the unpaved parking lot.  The chill wind made us all realize winter knocks. I had never eaten there though the joint has drawn anxious eaters for years.

Coyote Bluff crams 12 to 14 tables into a space about the size of my apartment. The ceiling, dingy with years of grilled burgers and lunchtime talk, rises high over our heads. The menus, printed on yellow computer paper, have been touched by thousands of hands.

The place draws hungry working men, businessmen, a disc jockey or two, college students. A Hispanic man and his three little girls began the second line while we were eating.

The burgers could fill a hungry teenager. The fries hot and salty. Huge amounts of add-ons make these burgers hard to eat. Oh no one fails to find a way to dig in, believe me.

After a bit of talk and a snafu over the check, we spilled back into the parking lot. A quick hug and one of the youngin's headed to get a free flashlight and another to take a burger to the spouse.

A good time was had by all. (Journalistic inside joke.)

I miss ya, Dude.

Later.