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Monday, December 12, 2011

Sometimes We All Need Comfort Food

Regardless of our diet and lifestyle, we all long for comfort food now and then.

A few weeks ago, I met with Rudy and Peggy Rudolph to help him get his WWII story into book form. “Come around lunch time. We want to take you to lunch,” Rudy told me.
“Rudy said it’s a neighborhood café,” I told Everett, my husband. “He said they like to eat there.”

After Rudy gave me boxes of research materials and photos to scan, he suggested it was lunchtime. “We’ll follow you,” I told him.
It wasn’t exactly next door and rather than a neighborhood café, it was the Neighborhood Café in downtown Lee’s Summit, Missouri.

“New owners took it over earlier this year,” Peggy said. “Three guys. They all work in the restaurant.”
No sooner had we sat down at Rudy’s favorite table than a plate filled with hot cinnamon rolls appeared at the table. “Try one,” Rudy pushed the plate toward me.

“They smell wonderful,” I assured him as Everett and I each put one on our plate. Rudy had a big smile as he waited for us to take that first bite.

“I knew you’d love them,” he said as he helped himself to a roll.
“Rudy always eats one here and takes one home,” Peggy said. “Get anything you want. Everything’s good.”

“We really like the chicken fried steak and the sweet potatoes,” Rudy said. “Just tell them what you want and they’ll fix you up.”
Everett ordered the chicken fried steak and I chose chicken fried chicken. With real mashed potatoes, gravy and a vegetable, we received a meal of generous portions.

“You’re right,” I told Rudy and Peggy. “The food is delicious.”
“Everything is home-cooked. They make the rolls and their own pies.”

“How often do you come here?”
“Pretty much every day; sometimes twice a day,” Peggy laughed. We joined in.

“My picture’s on the wall in the other room,” Rudy said.
We walked in the room to see one wall filled with photos of veterans from Lee’s Summit and two walls covered with historical front pages of newspapers. “It’s like a museum with all the history here,” I turned to Peggy. “I’d love to read them all.”

After we found Rudy’s photo and left, we thanked them. “We’ll come back again next time,” Rudy smiled.
“Sounds good,” I said.

As we walked to the car, Everett said, “Probably not good for me but I enjoyed every bite.”
Enough said! If you need down-home cooking, the Neighborhood Café excels.

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