If you’ve seen a picture of me, or heard me talk about my extraordinary girth, you have probably ascertained that I am a fan of food. Not any food, mind you, I am a purveyor of fine tasting foods that make you fat. Not that I like being fat, I just love good food. Today I felt like paying homage to a hometown classic. If you are passing through Leesville, LA you may run into a steakhouse called Wagon Master.
It is a rough and tumble kind of joint. One of those places that people throw peanut shells on the floor (free peanuts, mind you), and the waitresses say “How can I help y’all?” The drinks are endless and they even deliver delicious, buttery, hot, soft rolls.