MeatN3

10110 CAMP OLIVER ROAD ADGER, AL 35006

Friday night Patti and I went out to celebrate the completion of my basic firefighter class (160 hours spread over two years and three hunting seasons). We met some folks from the Warrior River at Donnie’s Supper Club on Camp Oliver Road near Oak Grove.

Donnie’s is a restaurant/bar with a stage and dance floor but without an obvious no-smoking section. Its building is located on the old lot where once set the more notorious Hilltopper, a honky-tonk eatery that mercifully burned to the ground a few years ago. If you live on the river, Donnie’s is one of only two places where you can eat out. The other is the River Café, a bar which recently upgraded from a single-wide to a double-wide.

After dinner and a few drinks, Patti and I headed home to relieve the babysitter. Somewhere between dinner at Donnie’s and home on the farm I lost the $40 I planned to pay the sitter — just two $20 bills wrapped in a receipt. Yesterday it showed up in the mail with a note that it was found outside Donnie’s.

It was moment to smile about the good nature of people.

Contributed by Sean Kelley

(Five Points on Andrew Jackson Way, Huntsville, Alabama)

My first teaching job was in Huntsville only a few blocks from Euince’s. I would often sneak off for a little breakfast. I don’t think there was a menu, just small, medium, or large size country ham with eggs, biscuits, and gravy.

Well, as anyone who has eaten there knows, you don’t wait for a table, you wait for a seat (more unwritten rules - ed.). You get put in whatever empty chair comes up.

One day I went in and was seated at the liars table. Oh JOY of JOY!!! As I was introduced to my tablemates, who were named David, Jason, and Randy, I placed my order and was all set for my ham. As folks will do when they first meet, people
begin exchanging information. Asked what I did, I said I was a band director at a local school. Across from me Randy said he was in the music business. I asked him what he did, he told me he was in a band. I asked him what they were
called, he told me, “Alabama.”

I was sitting across from Randy Owen and had not a single clue.

Breakfast was good too.

(For those who care David was a car salesman and Jason worked for the state government.)

Contributed by Jarrett Farrell

See a lovely memorial to the now passed Aunt Eunice , proprietress and gossip columnist, which includes lots more stories, and a virtual tour of the restaurant.