There are times in a girl's life (particularly when you live in Levy County), when distance doesn't amount to a hill of beans, and you NEED to go 25 minutes down the road to the Ivy House.
I don't know what it was, but I've had the biggest hankerin' for it lately. Their Crispy Chicken? It called to me. Lol.
So last Saturday, I loaded Mama up and we headed out. We made a quick detour in Bronson to pick up my Aunt Jean and we were off!
The food did not disappoint (Does it ever?). I'm going to go ahead and admit, I had skipped out on breakfast, and had no intention of eating dinner that night, so I was a piggy.
First there was Fried Green Tomatoes (I dislike tomatoes…unless they are green and fried crispy). Followed by the Crispy Chicken lunch, with Macaroni and Cheese that is plum fabulous. And we ended it with a slice (heaping slice) of Peanut Butter Pie drizzled with hot chocolate sauce. To say I was in heaven would be putting it mildly.
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| My "dainty" slice of Peanut Butter Pie. |
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