We’ve done this part of our Great Trek innumerable times, because this is the way to Denver and a visit with my family, a trip we make every Thanksgiving. So Nebraska is familiar and friendly.
We stayed last night in Lincoln, NE, in a brand new Holiday Inn Express. It was replete with marble vanities, a lovely work area, a good breakfast spread and a big price, considering we were in the middle of nowhere.
When we arrived, we asked the person at the desk (as we are prone to do), “Where is the best restaurant in town?”
“Lucky’s Bar and Grill,” she said without batting an eye. “Lucky’s,” I repeated. Sounded like a dive bar to me. But she bobbed her head up and down so enthusiastically that I thanked her and went my way. Earl and I headed to Lucky’s. It was indeed a dive bar. Music blaring, pool table rolling, TVs distracting, customers drinking pitchers of beer.
“It’s just one meal, “I said, as the server presented Earl’s barbecue and my chicken with various sides. He nodded as he grabbed his fork and stabbed the entrйe with gusto. I attempted the same enthusiasm. Fifteen minutes later, we had determined the number of culinary stars Lucky’s would get. Five stars for the barbecue, but two to three stars for everything else.
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