My family’s a little . . . different. While everyone else is trying to find the newest hot spot, restaurant, and bar, we’re hot on the trail of the dive-iest, most out-of-the-way little hole-in-the-wall we can find. The White River Fish House in Branson, Missouri, isn’t a dive, and it’s not out of the way, but it’s certainly unique!
It’s a Bass Pro Shop restaurant . . . and it floats. Every time a boat went by on the lake, the whole room rocked. And by “whole room” I mean the boats hanging on the ceiling, the moose heads, and the fireplace. It’s sort of like upscale dining . . . with a death wish.
Since the purpose of any vacation is to eat yourself into a painful, bloated oblivion, and since it was our last night on vacation, and since no family outing is a real outing without someone having to get their stomach pumped from overeating, we all indulged in the delicious menu. First up, Ozark Chicken and Penne.
Almond-Encrusted Trout with Rice Pilaf was also on the menu. But let’s be honest: I’m from Iowa. I wouldn’t know a good-tasting trout if it did a little tap dance on my plate just to prove its awesomeness.
And just to prove that we’re healthy kind of folks, we even tried a salad. We’re healthy people, the kind that eat the fried food first and then follow it up with blue cheese crumbles, just to prove that we’re food snobs. Would now be a bad time to note that we washed the salad down with a blueberry cobbler?
Whaddya think? We’re lightweights or something?