Fried okra,black-eyed peas, fried potatoes, home made rolls with sorghum or honey, macaroni and tomatoes--before you even order, servers with huge bowls will start serving them to you family-style (Well, family-style if your Mom roamed the aisles of your home with huge bowls of them, filling your plate each time you took a bite or two; or if your dad stood across the room with a cart of home-made rolls and tossed one to anyone in the room who held up their hands.)
This restaurant is unique. It exists in several locations, but I've only been to the one in Sikeston, MO.
This is hometown Southern cooking at it's near best. Portions are large and really, we ended up taking most of our meals home since we were full of the full sides by the time our meals arrived. I had meatloaf and my friend had fried chicken. Both were great and furnished me with three meals once I got home with my doggy bag.
What I observed: a man at a table nearby ordered a Caesar Salad which came in a tortilla shell the size of a platter. It would have provided a meal for at least 4 people. Since my new main hobby seems to be photographing food, I'll let pictures tell the story of parts of the menu I observed. You can google the menu if you need to know more.
The walls are covered with interesting objects. The wait staff is plentiful and efficient. The two guys manning the rolls cart were in constant motion, either dishing out at the booths with tongs, separating the individual rolls from the huge sheets they'd been baked on or picking them up with gloved hands and throwing them across the room to thrill-seekers with their arms in the air.
But, folks---that is not the end of this story. I know the true beginnings of these strange restaurants that advertise on billboards: "Home of throwed rolls."
How does such a restaurant come to be? The story starts in a small diner-type restaurant in Sikeston, Missouri. As a matter of fact, 59 years ago, the original Lambert's extended their closing hours so my boyfriend's father could sit up all night there to await the birth of his daughter in a nearby hospital. The plot thickened when the son of the original owner (and my boyfriend's P.E. teacher in high school) was asked to bring another hot roll to a customer and couldn't get through a blocked aisle to bring it.The customer said, "Just throw the darn thing." He did, and the word spread and pretty soon everyone wanted their rolls thrown. The number of people wanting their rolls served via the air grew rapidly and the final result is three restaurants in Sikeston, near Branson and somewhere in Alabama. They are now huge restaurants surrounded by usually full parking lots. If you are anywhere near, you'll see the signs.
Even if you are dieting, it's worth a lapse. The food really is good. Best fried potatoes I've ever had and although I said I hated okra, the fried okra is to die for and the main reason I could take barely a bite of my main meal. I call this the "Home of the never-vanishing meal" as each time I'd take a bite, someone came by and replaced it with two bites of the pass-arounds.
See my pictures for a view of the most polite Southern-type euphemism I've ever heard or read. I viewed it on a sign posted in the grass in front of the side parking lot.
I'm visiting in MO, so I'll be at Lamber't tonight. Try it yourself when you are in the neighborhood. Great for families. Huge booths, huge room, fast wait staff and kitchens. Lots to tease the eye. Very casual and fun, easy, laid-back atmosphere.
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