Fast cars, fast ladies (just kidding) and lunch at Rockefellers Grille

This past Wednesday, a few of us from the Lutheran Senior Center took a road trip to McKees Rocks, home of Rockefeller’s Grille.

Here’s short chubby me and tall skinny Mary before our trip.  Mary chose not to go, she just returned from a family vacation.  I was a little bummed, but glad she’s back.

On my way to the center, I stopped at the barbershop to tell them the restaurant we were going to and got a resounding “boo” from my haircutter and the patrons there.  No one was too impressed with the place.

It didn’t matter too much to me, I was just glad to get out of the house and be with friends.

It’s a good thing too, as this wasn’t one of our better outings.  Our waitress was short-tempered, my own meal was drowning in tomato sauce, and we only had 20 minutes to eat before our Access ride showed up early. 

Plus mine felt overpriced; my lunches never go over $20-22.00 and this one was over $30.00.  But I will say it again, I’m just glad I was able to go. 

Here’s a mish-mash of pics, you know how I roll!

This is Melvin, a regular at the Lutheran Center.  In his nineties, very quiet, but has managed to make a lot of friends.  You should see photos of him from the early 1950s, his “hot-rodding” days.Here’s the Rockefeller’s Menu, the back was as full as the front.My gal Evvie listening to some wild stories.  Boy, she has my dad’s eyes.And here’s Evvie’s lunch, a club sandwich & fries; it looked & smelled so good.Here’s my lunch, eggplant parmigiana and a side of linguini.  Everything was drowning in tomato sauce, the eggplant & pasta were both mushy and tasteless.  Had a nice salad before this came out, wound up bringing most of this home to “doctor up” for dinner.I couldn’t resist sharing this.  When we were heading into the restaurant, a 1957 DeSoto convertible was sitting in the parking lot, with black & white leather seats.  What a sweet ride!Finally, here’s that leftover eggplant I had for dinner—I spooned off half the sauce, added some olive oil, minced garlic & dried basil and put it under the broiler for 5-10 minutes.  It looked & smelled a little better the second time around!

Between you & me, I haven’t been in the best of spirits lately—I keep having these post-covid relapses where the left side of my head & face will burn and ache for 1-2 hours a couple times a day.  I’m trying to not let it stand in the way of getting out there, but sometimes it’s too much. 

It happened on the way to the restaurant, I sat there in silence and thankfully it did lessen. 

On the trip home I was pain-free, and my tipsy pal Dennis & I discussed signing up for Social Security, and should we make plans to visit Club 412 (a gentleman’s club aka strip joint we passed on the way home).  I’m sure those women on our shuttle were getting a real earful—I hope they know we were kidding!  That’s it, thanks for reading!