My wife and friends headed off to Universal Studios or some such place.
I’m still feeling more than a little under the weather and low on energy and, anyway, I’ve got a lot to do. So I stayed home. I couldn’t imagine being out all day, and I didn’t want anybody to have to bring me home if I suddenly couldn’t hack it any more.
But it helps to have a son and daughter-in-law in the area. They came to my rescue so that I didn’t have to spend the entire day cooped up.
They took me for lunch to a place out past the Orlando Temple (not actually very far from the temple, though off the beaten path) called Yellow Dog Eats, which is famous for its barbecued pork sandwiches and so forth.
As your ever-dedicated restaurant critic and guide, I have to advise you: If you’re in the Orlando area sometime and you like barbecue, give this one a try. It has a large menu, and I chose my loaded “Rufus” sandwich almost at random — but it was really, really good. And the 60s California “flower power” non-decor made me nostalgic.
Posted from Orlando, Florida