Original posted (c) January 21, 2010 (For'get about it! It still good in 2026)
Hey, you know the guys that talk out of the side of their mouths and wear dark-colored suits with yellow ties and sometimes have striped collars?
Yeah!
Thems guys that talk funny from down on Thurday-Thurd and Thurd Street down by the bowling alley.
Weees-guys like to eat with the family yous'noise occasionally. And hey, us guys are wise to good places to eat—yous'a know what'a I mean—bada-bing bada-boom!
Okay, you knows I been working all night. It seems like a racket sometimes: I just work, sleep, eat, have a drink with Vinnie, work, sleep, eat, and have another drink with Vinnie. I calls'er Vinnie, but her real name is Veronica.
So weees this morning decided that I wanted to do something different than hang around with da boys at the donut hole. So's to change things up, I jumped in the ride with Vinnie and weees went out to visit the guys out at the Cherokee Indian Casino and have a little breakfast. Yeah, youse know those guys, wink, wink.
Walking through the front door, you are hit with a kaleidoscope of colors, sounds, and temptations all crying out like a siren on the rocks of a choppy sea to a lonely sailor. Them slots, you know, beckoning you with stories of quick fun and pleasures like a cheap stripper at the clip joint—but all the time they will be going through your pocket and hauling your money away faster than a pack-rat on crack.
Them slots, you know, they knowns your name, but Vinnie and me are smarter guys than them slots.
Sow'en we made our way past the glitter to the Flint Creek Cafe that is located inside the Cherokee Casino. The Cherokee Casino is located just west of the intersection of Oklahoma Hwy 59 and U.S. Hwy 412.
Now we ain't here to play, baby—weees here to eat. Me and Vinnie were met by a very charming young lady who asked if I wanted to have breakfast and how many were in my party. She seated us just inside the door, opposite the buffet dining area that opens for service later in the day.
The cafe area was about half full of diners.
No sooner had we been seated than a young waitress asked what weees wanted to drink or if weees were ready to eat. Everyone knew what they wanted, so ordering was quick and simple. I had the second item on the breakfast side of the menu, amply named the "Whole Hog."
Our coffee was delivered quickly and, I might say, served up hot and fresh. Our food was delivered in short order too, to everyone's surprise. The food was hot and presented in a very appetizing arrangement.
Now the Whole Hog was something else. One whole pound of sliced sugar-cured ham served up on a platter all by itself, garnished with a leaf of purple decorative cabbage and a huge strawberry. On a second—and equally as large—platter, I had three fried eggs cooked exactly as I asked for them: solid whites and runny yellows. A very generous pile of hash-brown potatoes that had been grilled crispy on both sides, and another decorative cabbage and another strawberry garnish.
A third, much smaller round plate had biscuits and white gravy on it. I passed on the toast for biscuits and gravy.
I asked for some hot sauce, and a big bottle of Louisiana Hot Sauce was brought to the table, and the feast began.
The waitress was Johnny-on-the-spot, filling our coffee cups every time they began to look low. To be honest, I could not eat all the food even though I was hungry. I asked for a doggy bag, and the waitress cheerfully brought me a small box. The total cost was only $10.00 and change. It would have been 58 cents less except for some surcharge on the end. After all, weees guys have to make a little on the end of everything.
"Yous'a know what'a I mean—bada-bing bada-boom!"
(C) January 21, 2010 (For'get about it! It still good in 2026)
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