By the time it was done, we were all stuffed.

Well, all of the two-legged ones were. The heeler sisters and their unwelcome corgi guest were all willing to eat more cake frosting.

If only we would offer it.

It takes some doing to get all five of us in the same place at the same time. And today we did it twice.

For me, this was the first visit to Fat Boys' since they changed hands. And things have changed. Not for the better. According to the wife, the hostess who'd been there since they first opened had gotten herself up to $9/hour. The new owners informed her she would now be on minimum wage.

She's gone.

The buffet line chef is gone, too. Presumably for the same reason. The staff is now all Hispanic, and it would appear not all speak much English.

How to make money in American modern business.

Bacon was saltier and fat, and there were no pancakes or real French toast. All the things that take time and personal care (as in, care by expensive personnel) are gone.

Suspect we won't be back. Especially not after they finish their conversion to their new name and style ("Hoot and Howl"), which is basically Arkansas redneck.

You know, just because that culture likes Country music, doesn't mean people who actually live in the country like that culture.

The German chocolate cake afterwards was, of course, much better. Home made, you know. By the eldest son's girlfriend.

She didn't know it takes an entire dozen eggs for one cake.

She did know I hate the frosting, so I believe she was not offended when I carefully scraped it all off my slice.

She doesn't know what to do with the six egg whites that are left over.

The corgi may become quite happy.