Ramsey's isn't far; less than ten minutes later, he's holding open the door to the local institution, and they're greeted by a smiling hostess who can't yet be out of undergrad at the University of Kentucky.
The place is crowded, but not overflowing, its rickety wooden tables and mismatched kitchen chairs filled with couples old and young, college students, and families.
"Right this way, y'all," the friendly twenty-something says, adjusting the loose knot on her colorful tie and tugging at the hem of her Wildcats tee.
Once they're seated, she leaves them with menus, assuring them their server will be right with them.
Raylan plucks two sets of rolled silverware from the glass mug at the edge of their table, and slides over one.
"Everything's good, but if you want somethin' vegetarian, I'll go ahead and tell you it's probably cooked in bacon grease."
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"Then I know exactly where we're headed."
Ramsey's isn't far; less than ten minutes later, he's holding open the door to the local institution, and they're greeted by a smiling hostess who can't yet be out of undergrad at the University of Kentucky.
The place is crowded, but not overflowing, its rickety wooden tables and mismatched kitchen chairs filled with couples old and young, college students, and families.
"Right this way, y'all," the friendly twenty-something says, adjusting the loose knot on her colorful tie and tugging at the hem of her Wildcats tee.
Once they're seated, she leaves them with menus, assuring them their server will be right with them.
Raylan plucks two sets of rolled silverware from the glass mug at the edge of their table, and slides over one.
"Everything's good, but if you want somethin' vegetarian, I'll go ahead and tell you it's probably cooked in bacon grease."
Or lard.