By Steve Stevens
The old cowboy sitting next to me grinned from ear to ear when he ordered a Coca-Cola and the waitress said we only serve RC Cola. The giant Longhorn steer on the wall had a twinkle in his eyes as the seasoned cowboy asked the waitress to excuse himself for a second as she took his order. His ring tone on his phone blared out a Chris LeDoux melody.
Our western heritage is alive and well in historic downtown Decatur in what I would assume is the world famous “Sweetie Pie’s Ribeyes.” My waitress, I believe her name was Lacey, was on her game with some of the best service I have received in quite some time. It was like I blinked my eyes for a second, and there before me was this perfectly home cooked yeast roll. I hadn’t felt that warm inside since I saw that double rainbow on the Great Divide.
So I shouldn’t call myself a cowboy if I didn’t unhook my Gary Gist buckle a notch and throw a houlihan loop at the chicken fried ribeye.
Okay, that’s it, listen up and listen up carefully. The month of May is officially Chicken Fried Ribeye Day for a month straight. Every camp cook named Cookie to the King of England should celebrate this cowboy gift from Sweetie Pie’s Ribeyes. My steak was perfectly cooked. It was so good I didn’t even look at my sides till I finished off the giant chicken fried steak. My sides were not anything to ignore. I ordered the fries, which were giant potato wedges served with a side of bacon gravy.
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