Little Toy Robot

On the morning of this second day of my exciting trip to Alabama, I went with my parents to Huntsville International Airport to pick up my brother and his wife, who were arriving from Jacksonville. I went less because I love my brother and more out of curiosity to see how many people would fly from Jacksonville to Huntsville (about forty).

For dinner we went to the Main Street Cafe, located in the tiny, picturesque downtown of Madison, a suburb of Huntsville. The restaurant is the old city hall, and there are two special dining areas which used to be holding cells. We ate in one of them, and at one point a freight train rolled by lazily outside, and it could have been 1930 except for the surreal fact that we were eating a nice meal in a jail cell and talking about electronic data piracy. My sister-in-law, a Southerner herself, guided us through an excellent regional meal bracketed by an appetizer of fried green tomatoes and a dessert of strawberry pretzel salad.

This entry was posted on Saturday, June 19th, 2004 at 11:45 pm and is filed under general.