Posted: Feb 3, 2006 9:59 pm
Today was my mother's birthday, and she wanted to go to the Women's Exchange with my great aunt-Clarice, her two 50ish daughters, Carol and Susan, and Cousin Linda.
I had never been. Talk about weird Southern dining experiences! There were four lunches to choose from. My catfish was so salty I couldn't eat it, mighty flaky, though. Aunt Clarice had tomato aspic. The waitresses all look like aging Stepford women, or really old Southern white women. There's a huge area on the way in with hand smocked and hand made baby clothes and dolls. High pitched squeals come from thataway every so often during lunch.
Memphis girls, y'all know about this?