Oh, how I miss dining in restaurants! The people, the atmosphere, the eating of delicious food I didn’t have to think of and then prepare. The spending that little bit longer to brush my hair and put on a bit of lipstick. The ever-popular leaving o’ the mess and the dishes.
These days will come again, I’ve no doubt. But in the meantime I’ve decided to go on a personal quest — to bravely and selflessly eat at as many local restaurants as I can, until this pandemic ends.
In this way I can take a break from cooking, while also supporting local business and contributing to the livelihoods of some of our friends and neighbours. I can then share my experiences with you, the reader.
What qualifies me to be a food reviewer, you may ask? I eat food. Repeatedly. Every day. Also, I thought of it first.
My first foray then into the arena of restaurant reviewing was at the Chuckwagon Restaurant in Kingsville.
We ordered by phone and by the time we drove from home our food was ready. I ordered the Reuben sandwich with a side of Thousand Island dressing. It tasted exactly right. It was delicious.
My husband (let’s call him Steve) ordered the three-piece broasted chicken basket with fries. Now, broasted chicken was not a dish or a method of preparation I had heard of prior to moving here. It was scaldingly delicious, meaning you’d risk burning your mouth because you can’t wait for it to cool off. It’s that good.
Steve also ordered the mini spaghetti to try. He has never ordered spaghetti from a restaurant in all the time I’ve known him, and I don’t know what possessed him to this time but he loved it. A lot.
We finished off with a piece of banana cream pie to share. Sharing is something I typically excel at, however this was a challenge. I covetously eyed every spoonful that went into Steve’s mouth. It was one of the best slices of pie I’ve ever tasted.
Overall, I’d say my experience was excellent. The food was great. It was … familiar … and by that I mean it tasted like I thought it would. It is simply tasty, comforting fare.
Thank you Chuckwagon, for feeding us quickly, safely and deliciously. When we didn’t want to feed ourselves.
Perhaps some day soon you won’t want to feed yourself either. In that event, I’d recommend you try the Chuckwagon Restaurant.
The Chuckwagon’s Contact Information:
32 Main St. West,
Photos provided by Chuckwagon Restaurant