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July 16, 2005

Let's Eat

For many years my family went to Ft. Lauderdale to stay in our condo during Christmas and spring vacations. At Christmas, we spent two lovely weeks in the sun while the rest of the Midwest was up to their eyeballs in cold and snow.

My mother, being a lady of leisure, ensured that our family dined out on a fairly regular basis. This was especially true while on holiday. She would say, “I’m on vacation, I don’t want to cook.”

Nightly, my parents, my brother and I would get dressed to go out, pile into the car and then cruise the streets looking for restaurants. We had several tried and true restaurants that we frequented. And being Italian we had our favorite, Nick’s Italian Restaurant, which we went to at least five times in two weeks. After so many years they knew us by name. If you ever happen to be in Ft. Lauderdale, go there. (NICKS ITALIAN RESTAURANT, 3496 N OCEAN BLVD FORT LAUDERDALE) Mangiare! Mangiare! È delizioso.

But inevitably my parents would want to try something new.

On any outing in the car my mother loved to point things out that might possibly come in handy at a later date.

Pointing she’d say to my dad, “Look Frank, there’s a gas station. There’s a hotel. There’s a..." on and on. Even if we had driven by that same gas station one hundred times before or possibly even stopped to fill our tank there, she would point it out as if seeing it for the first time.

My brother and I would sit in the back seat rolling our eyes at each other, trying not to laugh.

On one such occasion, mom was merrily pointing out destinations of interest when she spied in the distance a sign she had not seen before.

“It looks like they’ve opened a new restaurant up there. I can’t see the sign, what’s it say? MUDFUCKER'S??? God, That is a terrible name for a restaurant.”

My brother and I looked at each other, squinted our eyes, looked and her and then both leaned forward over the seat to see this restaurant named Mudfucker’s. Reading the sign we laughed hysterically and cried, "Mom, it’s not MUDFUCKER'S, it’s FUDDRUCKER’S”.

She was mortified and I think a little relieved. It was the first time I even realized my mother knew how to utter the word fuck.

If you ever get the chance, go have a burger at MUDFUCKER'S they are delicious. (Fuddruckers Restaurant, 1200 N Federal Hwy
Fort Lauderdale, FL 33304)

Posted by bugg at July 16, 2005 09:24 AM

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Posted by: Ms Bees Knees at July 18, 2005 01:10 PM