Recently, while wandering the highways and byways of Tennessee in search of a snack, I found a unique dining establishment.
Not a hole in the wall or a greasy spoon, but a really upscale eatery, featuring a cuisine unmatched in the western hemisphere.
Which is probably a good thing.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad to have fine dining available, but I can only eat so much beagle tartar or even pomeranian soufflé.
The truth is sometimes I just want a simple mastiff-on-rye.
Just like mom used to make.