The wife ordered her favorite. The veal chop made parmigiana style with sauce and cheese. It is not on the menu as they only have the regular veal chop. What happens is when it comes out of the kitchen people see it coming to our table and start to order it.
That's the thing. Why not give people what they want. Everybody loves veal parmigiana or chicken parmigiana. Why do have to have only the fancy stuff?
Waddayagonnado?
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Speaking of chops, we went to a funeral this week. Twenty-five years ago, I wouldn't have bet you a nickel this guy would have lived out the week, but he recovered. He always was in poor health, and finally he just gave out. Nice guy. Helluva musician. Yada yada yada. We're friends with his family, so we stood in line for an hour-and-a-half to pay our respects.
Back to the chops. One of his brothers sings backup for an Elvis impersonator (the entire family are gifted vocalists and/or musicians). Elvis came to the funeral. I've never attended a funeral with an Elvis impersonator. Damnedest thing you've seen. He didn't have the white jumpsuit on. He wore the traditional, tasteful black, but lots of jewelry, the hair and...those chops. I guess when you're an Elvis impersonator, you wear the basic look everywhere. And like it.
Those chops. You could take a weed eater to them and still have to trim them with scissors.
You can't beat a veal chop cos you'd end up making scallopini
windbag, Some friends of mine had their vows renewed @ a Vegas wedding parlor by and Elvis impersonator. However, he sang a few numbers. It was more fun than I expected. I assume this Elvis didn't sing. I guess he could have sang "In the Ghetto." It's about death anyway. Although, the wife of this couple would probably be happy to have an Elvis impersonator sing @ her funeral. She worships The King.
There was a butcher store sort of near me growing up. The name of the place was Packer's Outlet (not in WI).
They were a meat place that had a few other grocery type things.
Had a billboard out front that said "Packers. You can lick our chops but you can't beat our meat."
My cousin lives in Tupelo.
The bone of that chop looks so lonely all by itself out there beyond the edge of the plate...and sauceless to boot. I think...I think...no, it's too much...I'm all verklempt. Discuss...discuss amongst yourselves.
Wow. Now I want that too!
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