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Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Curmudgeon convention and repast reminiscences

Some fellow curmudgeons and I (just don't call me a "cur") had some drinks and appetizers at the Friendly Tavern in Zionsville recently, and got to reminiscing a little about how it used to be before its fernification and remodeling in the 1980s.

Zionsville was still a farm town then, although things had changed enough that there was a steady stream of customers up the street at Adam's Rib, where they served rattlesnake, lion, camel hump, alligator and a host of other exotic dishes alongside the more conventional (beef) prime rib. The Friendly was still old-school — high ceilings illuminated by indirect lighting that consisted of light bulbs tucked away in guttering; a jukebox; a big jar of pickled eggs on the bar; and it wasn't unusual for someone to drink too much and get into a fight on Saturday night.

The Friendly's food has come a long way since then (try their broasted chicken wings or their Rueben sandwich), and I can't say that I miss the pickled eggs. I do fondly remember one of their former specialties, though: freshly-made crinkle-cut French fries, drenched with melted butter and served alongside a frosty mug of ice-cold beer. Topped with a sprinkling of salt and pepper, they were an irresistible treat that I have never seen anyplace else.

These days, of course, if a place offered hot buttered fries on their menu, you'd have to sign a medical release form before they'd serve them to you....
M. Zane Grey, 8:16 AM