Fat Sausage RumpusHolery Rumble

During our recent CasinoPalooza in northeast Oklahoma, our breakfast options were limited. In the past, we ate breakfast at a restaurant in the casino hotel. It is now closed. No more breakfast buffet! Our choices were a grill inside the casino itself, where we have had lunch on occasion. They have updated their menu to serve breakfast items. When Farmer H and I took The Pony to Oklahoma last year, we ate breakfast there. It was okay. Breakfast doesn't start there until 9:00 a.m. This time, we didn't really want to wait. Think of all the people who would be getting in line at 9:00.

We didn't really want to go somewhere in town to eat breakfast. "Town" is about 15 minutes in the opposite direction of where we were headed. Our other option was a little coffee shop down by the check-in desk. They serve pastries and basic breakfast items. That's the choice we made.

The Pony and Farmer H had biscuits and gravy the first morning, and also a bear claw. I had a sausage/egg biscuit.

 

It was delicious! Even though it was microwaved and served in a plastic container. Look how thick that sausage is! It's actually a sausage/egg/cheese biscuit, but I didn't want the cheese. I could have had bacon instead of sausage, but I'm a sausage kind of gal.

On the second morning, The Pony had biscuits and gravy and some donut holes. Farmer H had the biscuits and gravy and a cinnamon roll. I didn't get pictures of their food, because I was distracted.

The available seating was across the main walkway, in the bar. Of course the bar isn't open in the morning! There were high stools along the bar itself (no thank you, said Mrs. HM's wobbly knees and ample rumpus). Or four tables with sturdy upholstered chairs. There were only three chairs per table, except for the one by the window, which had four.

Wednesday morning was not busy. My sister the ex-ex-mayor's wife, and the ex-ex-mayor, took a table next to ours. Nobody was at the other tables, except for two women who chose a tall table and tall stools just outside the bar area.

Thursday morning, Sis and XXM got downstairs before us. Only two tables were left. They took the table by the window, and Sis sat at our table to save it as we were coming down the elevator. I sat down at ours, Sis went to hers, and the guys went to order and bring back the food. All at once there was a kerfuffle at the table next to me, where Sis and XXM had sat the previous morning.

Three older women sat at that table. Another almost-as-old woman was arguing with them, and gesturing. She did not seem to gain satisfaction, and turned to walk away. At that moment, a fourth old woman sat down at that table, and I noticed that they now had FOUR chairs.

"Ma'am? Ma'am? Were you needing chairs?" asked Sis.

Young-Old Woman turned around and came back. "Yes. Every table had three chairs, but now it seems that some chairs have disappeared! Where have all the chairs gone?"

I guess the Old-Old Women felt guilty. One of them, anyway. "We took a chair from your table. Because we have four people."

"Here. Do you just need one? We have two we can spare," said Sis, the peacemaking former kindergarten teacher. She dragged a chair over to give the Young-Old Woman.

"Thank you. We only need one."

There might have been fisticuffs if not for Sis! I'm wondering if those Old-Old Women took the chair from the Young-Old Woman's table after her group had already set down their things and got in line.

RumpusHolery apparently crosses state lines...