Holy cow, this has been one heck of a weekend, but let’s start with the end of the weekend first so that I can flip through the millions (quite a bit of an exaggeration) of photos that I took throughout the weekend. I decided we’d start with a restaurant review to start off the weekend recap.
On the way home from the lake, one of the traditions, or so AL & JT told us, is to stop at The Short Stop for not only lunch but ice cream. And to quote AL, “There’s always room for ice cream. Dessert has a second stomach.”
There were tons of things on the menu to choose from, plus there is a daily special. The special was Chicken Fried Steak. They are known for their ice cream cones here, but more on that later.
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This was my guest post written for EmmyMom.
One of my favorite magazines I get in the mail is Food Network. What can I say, I love to cook. So the night that the May 2013 magazine showed up at my door, I dove right into it to see what new and interesting things I could find. Flipping through every page, reading it’s contents, I made it to page 32 and this is what I saw… (dun dun dun)
|shared on instagram that night (Boomerbear)|
Wow, this hit a spot with me. Now… I am absolutely no pro (although I’d love to be) but one of my favorite things to do is to photograph my food at restaurants number 1 and secondly a lot of times I will write a review on my thoughts about that particular restaurant if I haven’t written one previously.
Honestly, that’s great publicity for your restaurant in my opinion. Free advertising, because you’re not paying me anything (yet, call me… lol). The first review I wrote was last June for a Cajun style restaurant in my area. I wrote the review, posted it on their facebook site and they loved it. In fact, the next time I went in and from there on out the owner has remembered me.
So, I pondered what I read in the magazine for a while and then kind of let it be. Since then, I’ve still photographed my food, still written my reviews, but been a little leery at the same time. Now I live in, as I always joke, podunk Missouri, so obviously not NYC or LA, but I still wonder if at some point someone is going to get on to me. I absolutely hate getting in trouble.