Hi Everyone!
I had a strange malady hit me yesterday – I lost my sense of humor! After searching for it diligently for the last 24 hours, I have finally recovered it so I am cleared to write.
When we were at Perdido the other weekend, we made time to take Kayla to eat at Lambert’s Cafe in Foley, Alabama. Lambert’s was first established in 1942 in Missouri, and eventually expanded to include another Missouri location and the Foley location. The same family still owns and operates all three Lambert’s. Eating at Lambert’s in Foley is unlike eating anywhere else (except, I suppose, the two Lambert’s in Missouri.)
(All the pictures from here below are copied from the Lambert’s Cafe web site and reposted here with permission; my camera picked this optimum camera opportunity to run out of battery.)
Lambert’s signature food/event is the throwed rolls. In fact, their website even reflects it at www.throwedrolls.com. Whenever you eat there, they bring out pans and pans of yeast rolls that are over 5 inches in diameter, and if you want one, they throw it to you.
Our waiter, a friendly young man, came to take our order, and then came back with a pot, offering Kayla a pass-around of something like fried apples, I think. She opened the pot to look at it, and a toy stuffed ferret jumped out of it, kind of like a jack-in-the-box. She gave a startled little scream, Mark and I couldn’t help laughing, and from that moment she never lost track of where our waiter was when he was in eyesight. She was going to be sure she didn’t get fooled again!
The menu allows you to choose a meat and two or three vegetables from the side menu, or a salad or sandwich with one vegetable from the side menu. The quantity of food that you get is really remarkable.
It is even more remarkable that Lambert’s can give you this quantity of food while keeping up the quality of food as well.
Our waiter tried a couple of other tricks on us while we ate – he brought by a pitcher that he said was for a refill, then dropped it sideways like he spilled it, but it turned out it was a fake pitcher. Kayla thought long and hard about that one, but was reconciled enough with it to enjoy it when he tried to play the same trick on another table.
In spite of our most valiant efforts, we could not eat everything in front of us, so finally we gave up and asked for the check. Even Kayla, who is about to experience a growth spurt and therefore is eating everything in sight finally had to cry uncle. The waiter brought the check by with a closed box labeled “Fresh Mints” and tried to get Kayla to open it. She absolutely refused, since her trust in the waiter as far as closed boxes goes had been entirely shattered, so he left the box on the table. Mark and I couldn’t stand it, so we opened the box gingerly to see what would come out of it – it was a toy mouse on a spring. Kayla edged away from the box slowly, like she thought the mouse would come to life but Mark and I just kept laughing.
By the time we left, Kayla had judged Lambert’s and not found it lacking, so she desired a souvenir from the gift shop. My idea of a souvenir was a T-shirt; her idea of a souvenir was stick candy. I won, since I held the checkbook, and she yielded, since she was quite full already. Have a great day everyone!
Nancy