There’s a tiny little town a few miles north of here called Bee. It has two main claims to fame. The first is that in 2004 Paul Perry bicycled from A, Norway to Bee, Nebraska.  (‘From A to B’ – you can read about it here. Brad, Beth and I went to see his arrival.) The second is that every Friday the little bar in town serves a fish plate. People from all over love to go to Bee for fish. (Say it fast.) You big city folks would just pee your pants to eat in this place. The food is great, but the decor is astonishing. From the Christmas lights up year-round to the carpeting on the walls, it’s just a sight to see. We had the honor of sitting by the furnace room/janitor’s closet, that had no walls. Yes, that’s one of our chairs in the picture. We’re that close.
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Awesome! I don’t think I’ve been to Beef or Fish since college. And what luck to get such a special table!
I am SO jealous! That is very good (and cheap) food. One question: you didn’t actually touch the wall did you? I think my parents and I (and the girls) sat in that exact spot this summer.
Bee for fish early is bee z …, um, Bee for fish ould …, um, Bee for fi sh it … There’s a good joke in here somewhere, but dang if I can find it …
And the decor in this place scares me …
As it should.
Handsome young male model!