BIRMINGHAM FOOD REPORT, AKA SOUTHERN VITTLES IN MY BELLY

It wasn't exactly what I hoped for, but it was pretty damn close. We went to a cafeteria-style joint and loaded up. They ran out of whatever beef and/or pork was available earlier, but they had some fried veal thing (which I refuse to call "veal cutlet," cause that ain't sufficiently Southern sounding). Excellent. Smothered in brown gravy too. Mmmmm.

That was the "meat," and for my "three" I chose fried okra (wow), turnip greens (delish; I think there may have been a 400 pound pig swimming in the grease at the bottom of the little dish), and fried green tomatoes. Ohhhh, yeah.

I'd never had fried green tomatoes before and they were damn good. The food was all rib-stickingly fine, and I'm proud to report I stuffed my face, but good.

I also had corn muffins and some pecan pie for dessert. The Coors Light served in the can really finished things off. Much as I hate that watery swill, I really wouldn't have wanted it any other way.