A hearty thank you to all KC chowhounds. A couple of weekends ago I realized a lifelong dream of eating my way through Kansas City. Though influenced by Calvin Trillin early on (being one of those eastern sophisticated types), my recent inspirations have come from you all. KC is a chowhounds paradise. I ate extremely well for 10-20 dollars per meal and parking was free and abundant. Everyone I met was friendly and clearly into food.
I started at Arthur Bryants and had the pork ribs and burnt ends combo sandwich with fries. The atmosphere was fun and my clothes held onto the smoke as a free souvenir. While delicious, it wasnt mind-altering. I guess that legend is always hard to live up to.
The following day was a single from Winsteads that I found underwhelming. I dont quite understand the appeal. I went to the Peachtree Buffet that night for 3 plates of fried chicken, catfish, really good beans and rice and very flavorful sweet potatoes. The collards, okra and corn were so-so. I did enjoy the bread pudding but the peach cobbler was just okay.
Saturday night, I went to Fiorellas Jack Stack for the lamb ribs and found them melt in your mouth tender and flavorful. I enjoyed the cheesy corn casserole and the beans were excellent.
All this led up to the acme of eating; the original Strouds for Sunday dinner. This is fried chicken for the Gods. I regret not getting the chicken soup and the cottage fries. The crisp brittle skin breaks as you bite into it and the juices run down your chin. It's one of those eating moments that one remembers always. The mashed potatoes and green beans were good but only as a sop for the peppery gravy. The cinnamon rolls had just the right balance of sweet and salty and were wonderful fresh and even ok the next morning for breakfast. I returned driving through the tornado warnings. Though it was a good distance away, I didnt know that at the time. After Strouds with my belly full, I thought this wouldnt be a bad time for the Lord to take me.