Saturday, October 14

Saturday in the park

Michelle swooped into town Friday afternoon*, for a couple days' visit. We're taking in some of the culinary delights, amongst other stuff, which gave me a chance to sample places I haven't visited before (since my 13+ years here in Dallas).
*Just before she arrived, I dropped by St Paul's Hospital to see how Trish-Bob was doing after her surgery. Turns out I was the First Visitor Of The Day - woo hoo! By the way, it turns out that St. Paul's Hospital is unrelated to Mrs. Paul's Fish Sticks - whoda thunkit?
One of these is Luby's Cafeteria, a chain with lots of Texas history. Not unexpectedly, we were the youngest ones there at the 6pm dinnertime (by at least 20 years). Notable: a very large analog clock on the wall, so that even the most vision-challenged senior wouldn't have trouble knowing the time. I had baked sole almandine along with some broccoli and other veggies, which wasn't half bad. No complaints.

The next day, we waited 20 minutes (Saturday-noon) to have a late breakfast at Cindi's New York Delicatessen (four locations). I had a veggie omelet which came with real hashbrowns (unlike Deli News) and a short stack-o-pancakes. That was plenty to keep me going until we fed again, around 8pm at Spring Creek Barbecue, where we skillfully dodged The Bread Girl's repeated attempt to fatten us up.


Between feedings, we nosed around Saigon-Taipei market (Garland) and scored a couple dragonfruit, and then Michelle found a coolie hat at Hiep Thai market (Garland) to close out the ensemble.

2 comments:

William Bob said...

You sure about the lack of a connection between St. Paul's Hospital and Mrs. Paul's Fish Sticks?

There may be no direct link with the Hospital, but Paul clearly wrote in his third letter to the Corinthians about a harrowing sea journey, during which he was washed overboard and saved by a large school of fish.

Though alive, he was severely injured and was nursed slowly back to health by his wife and what passed then for a hospital.

The experience was the foundation for his conversion (refuting the story about the road to Damascus) and Paul sold everything he had, donated it to the hospital, and left his wife to preach.

Mrs. Paul (or Mrs. Saul, as she was known then) was very angry about being abandoned by her husband with nothing, and turned to fishing to support herself. Some speculated that she took up this profession, which was much below her social status, in a sort of retribution for the role that fish played in saving her husband and setting him on his religious path.

However, there is no known association between today's St. Paul's Hospital and the institution that cared for Paul, or between Mrs. Paul's food company and Mrs. Saul's fishing operation.

But is there a connection? You'll have to decide for yourself.

TrshTwns01 said...

I'm surprised you haven't sent me the pics from the hospital! I'm sure I looked STUNNING displaying the Stryker bedside table I so desperately want! I'm even more surprised you haven't publicly posted them so I know what I need to change for when people come visit me next time.

BTW - just took a shower and it has to be the CLEANEST I have felt in my life. Oooohhhhhh.