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My husband took me here for dinner Halloween night for my birthday. Rio Grande Mexican Food, 445 Cliffside Dr.Reviewed By cgar103150 - Rogers, Arkansas You never know, they may’ve gone the extra mile. I probably should’ve asked them to do it but I didn’t. If figured if they ground the hominy and dried it out, they would have the makings for grits. You see, I know that all Mexican restaurants have hominy hiding somewhere in the pantry. While the service was impeccable and the food was fulfilling, everything you’d expect eggs scrambled with onion, tomato and jalapeño would be, I was still somewhat disappointed. Served with your choice of tortillas.” I got corn.

I ordered the only egg dish they offered, Huevos ala Mexicana ($4.99), “Three scrambled eggs with sauteed onion, tomatoes and jalapeño peppers. It’s clean and homey but they don’t have hash browns (shock!) and they don’t have grits (shock x10!). The Rio Grande is a puny place, maybe 10 tables total. They directed me to the Rio Grande Mexican Restaurant. So I did, of a couple of local poultry drivers. My gut instinct said to visit the least traveled but my head said perhaps I should ask. In my travels I’d passed a couple of Mexican restaurants, one with cars and one without. Did you know neither of them serve breakfast? Now you do. I knew he had hash browns and grits in there.Īcross the street side-by-side were two other restaurants, the 219 and the Hog Shop. “Yeah, my wife had a doctor’s appointment so we’re closed right now.” This really sucked. When are y’all open, I asked? “Six to two, but we’re going to start opening at night.” But it’s just after noon and the door’s locked. I was ready for eggs, hash browns and/or grits.

You can imagine my delight when I saw Kathy’s Kountry Kitchen, which is “Open 7 Days a Week.” It was just after noon when I reached for the doorknob. This raised a question: Should the goats dread Wednesdays? There are gumball machines fully stocked to dispense goat feed (25¢) at the turn of a handle. Outside the Cave’s cave is a rocky-ledge pen with a bunch of goats in it. As I left I had to wonder: On their readerboard advertising “Bike Night”, etc., was a curious addition: GOAT. I toured the place nevertheless and it was pretty cool (56°).

I imagined they might offer The Spelunker’s Spam Special or something. Six thousand thirty-seven is the actual number of recorded caves in the state.) I was quite giddy about eating breakfast in a cave. I first backtracked to the intersection of MO-EE and US 59 in Lanagan, to a place I thought looked really interesting, The Cave Bar and Grill, a bar (and grill) located in one of Missouri’s 6037 caves. Nevertheless, the corporate giant of processed meat let me drop the box … and off I went. After all, he raises pigeons not chickens. Why they named the company after an ear-biter like Mike is somewhat baffling to me. I came to Noel to pick up disassembled poultry from that chicken-plucking behemoth named after a World Heavyweight Boxing Champion. Specifically, I wanted eggs and hash browns or grits … or both. Hell, I’d venture to guess that if you set every canoe in Noel end-to-end they would reach the Gateway Arch some 321 miles away, if not well into Illinois.īut I didn’t want to canoe. It claims to be the “Canoe Capitol of the Ozarks.” If the sheer number of canoes I saw being hauled around by the canoe rental folks is any indication, it’s true. Noel (pronounced knoll, with the emphasis on NO) is tucked in the far southwest corner of the southwesternmost corner of Missouri. As I sailed in I kept saying, “I’d sure hate to drive a big-ass truck on this road.” It turned out I should’ve been saying, “I sure hope I can find a decent breakfast.”

The road into Noel is a narrow, winding, hilly two-lane highway. I’m happy to have Tio Wally (long-time Me So Hungry reader) aboard to send in his eating adventures from across America.