Just for You, Mrs. K.

I should SO be in bed, but I wanted to post photos of us at a restaurant in town for Mrs. K. We went with the M. family, and selected this establishment solely because of the place's name:


Yes, you read that right. "Donnie Mac's Trailer Park Cuisine." We could not pass this experience up! Shower curtain dividers, rusted chairs, piles of old tires, flamingoes, dead plants - everything you'd imagine in a place like that was there.

The place looked sort of as you might expect. I think it was an old garage that had been cleaned up and renovated. It's an open-air place, and the staff roll up the 3 garage bay doors every day. You can eat inside or outside. The decor is primarily supplied by the Idaho Youth Ranch Thrift Store down the street. The owners aim for shabby chic cuisine, and our food was actually much better than I'd expected. Wait. That sounds bad. Before eating here, I was expecting roadside diner quality food, but our meals were delicious!


The kids chose the best seats in the house - the inside of a rusted out car. Squeezed inside this car were two bench seats, a plastic tablecloth-covered table, a wobbly hula dancer, and four to six children. Oh! And astroturf! The owners' attention to detail is impressive!



The older children ate in the car. I'm not sure if you can see what is on the table, but Braden had a bowl of clam chowder and a side of fries. (Several months ago he began to eschew children's menus. I love that I have a ten year old that will order oysters or grilled red potatoes in a restaurant.) Braden's friend G. ordered the spagettios (served in the can with a plastic spoon) and a side of cheetos.


Afterwards our darlings posed in front of a trailer in the parking lot. They didn't like that part much, but I'm trying to get them into Glenn Beck's "Fusion" magazine. They'll thank me once they're famous.