My friend, David, and I went here on Thanksgiving 2009 for lunch.
I really didn't expect there to be a wait. I figured most people ate at a friend or family member's house. Obviously I was wrong. We had a thirty-minute wait which took thirty-five minutes. It would have taken longer if I hadn't gone inside to make sure our name was still on the list. It was, but they had us down as a three-person party instead of two. Sigh. I didn't fuss or anything, but they went ahead and seated us right then anyway. Props to them for that. I was starving and my blood sugar was low, so I needed food. No, I didn't tell them that.
We each got the turkey plate (turkey w/ gravy, cornbread dressing, choice of two sides). For my sides, I got yams and mashed potatoes. The yams were either undercooked or overcooked, but I couldn't tell which. I prefer my yams to be soft. Doesn't everyone? But these weren't. The mashed potatoes were very tasty. I didn't much care for the gravy on the turkey. I kept pining away for Heinz turkey gravy as I was eating. The cornbread dressing was just okay. I loves me some cornbread dressing, but I'm a bit snobbish about it. See, nobody makes it better than my mother does, so if you don't make it like hers, then your cornbread dressing sucks harder than a Hoover Deluxe. Threadgills' dressing had individual niblets of corn hidden inside, which I've always considered to be lazy. Some people like corn niblets in their cornbread dressing; some don't.
I ended the meal with a slice of pumpkin pie. It was standard tasting, nothing about which to write home. Dare I say Mom makes it better? The whipped cream they used was awful. It didn't taste bad, it was just bland, almost like a soda that has lost its carbonation. It didn't even taste as good as Reddiwhip, and that's saying something.
Props for having a white wine from Becker Vineyards.
I really didn't expect there to be a wait. I figured most people ate at a friend or family member's house. Obviously I was wrong. We had a thirty-minute wait which took thirty-five minutes. It would have taken longer if I hadn't gone inside to make sure our name was still on the list. It was, but they had us down as a three-person party instead of two. Sigh. I didn't fuss or anything, but they went ahead and seated us right then anyway. Props to them for that. I was starving and my blood sugar was low, so I needed food. No, I didn't tell them that.
We each got the turkey plate (turkey w/ gravy, cornbread dressing, choice of two sides). For my sides, I got yams and mashed potatoes. The yams were either undercooked or overcooked, but I couldn't tell which. I prefer my yams to be soft. Doesn't everyone? But these weren't. The mashed potatoes were very tasty. I didn't much care for the gravy on the turkey. I kept pining away for Heinz turkey gravy as I was eating. The cornbread dressing was just okay. I loves me some cornbread dressing, but I'm a bit snobbish about it. See, nobody makes it better than my mother does, so if you don't make it like hers, then your cornbread dressing sucks harder than a Hoover Deluxe. Threadgills' dressing had individual niblets of corn hidden inside, which I've always considered to be lazy. Some people like corn niblets in their cornbread dressing; some don't.
I ended the meal with a slice of pumpkin pie. It was standard tasting, nothing about which to write home. Dare I say Mom makes it better? The whipped cream they used was awful. It didn't taste bad, it was just bland, almost like a soda that has lost its carbonation. It didn't even taste as good as Reddiwhip, and that's saying something.
Props for having a white wine from Becker Vineyards.
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