Headed over to the Hitching Post recently, jonesing for crab cakes -- which were sold out by 2030, but no worry, and . . . fantabulistic! For the uninitated, the Post is a brightly lit but little (4 banquettes, and maybe 6 tables) jernt across from the Ol' Soldiers Home (where I'm headed, g-d willing, when I retire -- gorgeous grounds!). Immaculate setting: spotless naugahyde that brings back fond memories of the rec room back in the Valley of my youth, and (how's this for customer service) not only a massive (64 oz.) bottle of Heinz cat soup, but both Heinz malt vinegar and a bottle of (unlabeled) cider vinegar, to go with the hot sauce (also unlabeled, but suspiciously tasting of "Pete's.") My party of four had the fried chicken (superb: crispy, a tiny bit over-battered, but hot and big); the pork chops (excellent: barely charred on the outside, and tender inside); and the whole fried rainbow trout (a phenomenon: fresh, sweet, and (with a healthy dose of malt vinegar) sour/tart). Sides were collard greens (well cooked, but without pork or backfat; needed salt and vinegar, but perfectly tender yet chewy); "home sliced fries" (insipid, unfortunately; skins were on, but limp; can't anyone fry twice, Flemish style? Is it that hard? Fries should be crispy, and if they're not, we're all better off with potato salad); and mac-and-cheese (cheddary but needed salt, and perfect with a shaking of Pete's). Service is delightful, too. Still waiting for crabcakes. . . .!