The
smell of perfectly grilled rib eye steaks floated through the summer
air. Sandy the farm hound inhaled the delicious smell as she waited in
the bed of the truck for the Baker family. The Bakers were eating their
meal inside the Beef Mastor Inn, one of their favorite places to eat a
juicy steak, baked potato and a fresh salad. Sandy and her 1-year-old
puppy, Fudge, paced back and forth every time the door to the restaurant
opened, as they sniffed the air.
The parking lot at the restaurant was packed with cars as it was on Friday evenings. Several Wilson residents and visitors waited in their cars with their air conditioners purring. When they would see a waiter come to the door, they would roll down their windows to see if the waiter was calling their name for the next available table. Other customers were sitting on their tailgates or standing around talking while they waited.
Sandy and Fudge watched as the people visited with each other and would then head into the restaurant. Some people were dressed up. Others were dressed casually in shorts and T-shirts. There were children and grown-ups. There were different kinds of people with different kinds of cars and trucks. But no other dogs were to be seen anywhere.
A soft summer wind blew Sandy’s fur as she sat there quietly observing everything around. Fudge was now lying down taking a snooze. The Baker family had been in the restaurant for a while now. They had been welcomed at the front door by the owner of the Beef Mastor, Chad, who was grilling steaks to perfection.
"Hey, Shug,” Chad said to 6-year-old Emma Baker as he flipped a steak on the open grill. There was hardly room for the people heading to the cash register as the Bakers were shown to their table. It was shoulder to shoulder. The cozy accommodations were part of the fun at Beef Mastor. It wasn’t fancy, just good and comfortable. And if somebody thought it was going to be fancy, they forgot about it when they tasted the food.
The parking lot at the restaurant was packed with cars as it was on Friday evenings. Several Wilson residents and visitors waited in their cars with their air conditioners purring. When they would see a waiter come to the door, they would roll down their windows to see if the waiter was calling their name for the next available table. Other customers were sitting on their tailgates or standing around talking while they waited.
Sandy and Fudge watched as the people visited with each other and would then head into the restaurant. Some people were dressed up. Others were dressed casually in shorts and T-shirts. There were children and grown-ups. There were different kinds of people with different kinds of cars and trucks. But no other dogs were to be seen anywhere.
A soft summer wind blew Sandy’s fur as she sat there quietly observing everything around. Fudge was now lying down taking a snooze. The Baker family had been in the restaurant for a while now. They had been welcomed at the front door by the owner of the Beef Mastor, Chad, who was grilling steaks to perfection.
"Hey, Shug,” Chad said to 6-year-old Emma Baker as he flipped a steak on the open grill. There was hardly room for the people heading to the cash register as the Bakers were shown to their table. It was shoulder to shoulder. The cozy accommodations were part of the fun at Beef Mastor. It wasn’t fancy, just good and comfortable. And if somebody thought it was going to be fancy, they forgot about it when they tasted the food.
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