Last weekend, we took a trip to southeast and northeast Georgia, visiting family members. On Saturday, we stopped in Brunswick to see my son.
He was just getting off work when we got there, so, of course, The Wife wanted to run to Wal-Mart.
After leaving Hell-Mart, we ran over to my son's apartment. After a quick visit, we went out to eat.
You see, I don't like to miss a meal. I'm grumpy -- very grumpy -- when I miss a meal. I needed to eat. And, in southeast Georgia, eating is a social occasion.
So, we all piled in the Chevrolet -- me, The Wife, and Number One Son -- and went looking for a place to eat in Brunswick.
Now, despite all the things about Brunswick I don't like -- the way they drive, the way the city smells (one word: Hercules; you either know what I'm talking about, or you don't) -- I got to hand it to them. You can always find a place to eat.
Sure, some are better than others. But if you don't find a place you can eat at in Brunswick, either you ain't lookin', or you don't know how to eat.
His apartment is on Altama Avenue, so I mentioned the first place on Altama that came to mind: Willie's Wee-Nee Wagon.
I remember the first time I saw Willie's Wee-Nee Wagon. It was 1978. And I was a student at Brunswick Junior College.
BJC is now Coastal Georgia Community College.
But Willie's Wee-Nee Wagon is still Willie's Wee-Nee Wagon.
And they still have the same slogan: "We Relish Your Bun."
The Wife had heard me mention Willie's Wee-Nee Wagon in the past. And, my son had, too.
But, unlike The Wife, my son had actually seen the place ... and had actually eaten there.
So, when I mentioned that place ... in jest ... he said, "Yeah, that'd be good." And he meant it.
Because my memory's as short as my little finger, I couldn't say with certainty that I had ever eaten there. I thought I had, but, heck, it was 30 years. I wasn't 100 per cent sure.
Anyway, we headed down Altama, towards the college ... and towards Willie's Wee-Nee Wagon.
Pulled into the place. It was starting to get dark, but there was still enough light to see the sign, which hadn't been turned on. Actually, I don't know if it's lighted or not. Never been there at night. All the classes I took at BJC were day classes. And I never went there at night.
Anyway, we ordered our food. And I had to tell The Wife, who's from Phenix City, Alabama -- Alabama's answer to Ludowici, Georgia -- that if you wanted chili on the hot dog, you had to order a chili dog. She thinks all hot dogs come with chili. So, every time she visits the rest of Earth, I have to tell her the local customs.
Anyhow, she ordered her meal. I ordered mine. And my son ordered his.
We went inside, because it was getting dark and the gnats were out.
Sat down at one of the red picnic tables, and waited for our food.
Didn't take long, and we laid out the spread of food on the table and began digging in.
As soon as I took my first bite of the chili dog, I knew. Yes, I had eaten there before.
Took the first bite of the chili dog to jog my memory, but I knew.
We ate our supper, sat and visited for a bit, before we headed back to his apartment.
Good visit overall.
And good food.