Four Restaurants in Greensboro, GA

After leav­ing Indian Springs State Park on Sat­ur­day we angled our way back north­east to I-20 for the blast back home. When we got to Exit 130 it was time for din­ner and there were sev­eral chain places to choose from. We picked Zaxby’s as the lesser of 6 evils, but when we got inside and perused the menu board we both knew it was an unin­spired choice. There was noth­ing that either of us really wanted, so we sur­prised the girl behind the counter by turn­ing on our heels and head­ing for the door.

While walk­ing back to the car we noticed a large bill­board that adver­tised two down­town restau­rants just 3 miles north. This sounded more like it. A down­town eatery that would have some­thing besides a vari­a­tion on fried chicken parts. The Yes­ter­day Cafe was def­i­nitely the place to be on Sat­ur­day night in Greens­boro as it was hop­ping. We were greeted promptly by the host­ess and offered a booth. We scanned the menu and there were enough options that we each picked some­thing. Sev­eral min­utes passed and we changed our minds to a dif­fer­ent entree. Sev­eral more min­utes passed and we had yet to get so much as a nod from a wait-person. No water offered. No I’ll be with you in a minute. No noth­ing. Too make mat­ters worse, from where I was sit­ting I could see the host­ess sta­tion and there were two young ladies, dressed in wait­ress type attire stand­ing there, chat­ting away with the host­ess, where they had been since we entered. Finally the con­ver­sa­tion broke up and the wait­resses peeled off one by one like B-17’s over their Ger­man tar­gets and flew right by us. Need­less to say we stood up and left.

Well, I guess we’ll head back 3 miles south to the Inter­state. Donna sug­gested Waf­fle House next. She said, “I can have their soup” and I said, “I may just get a pecan waf­fle.” We picked a booth and a wait­ress came right over and took our drink order. She returned promptly with a coke for me and water for Donna. When Donna asked what the day’s soup was and our wait­ress had to go ask. She returned and said, “We are out of soup.” We both said, “We’re sorry,” as we stood up and headed for the door.

Right across the street was a Wendy’s. I said out loud, “Spicy Chicken sand­wich.” Donna replied with, “Baked potato.” If you already have fig­ured it out with the way the story is going so far, they were out of potatoes.

We still had a cou­ple snacks and half a ham & cheese sand­wich in the cooler in the trunk to tide us over for a while. Worse case sce­nario was the Cracker Bar­rel in Augusta 64 miles away. It would be closer to 7:00 PM before we ate, but we were pretty sure they would still have both pota­toes and soup when we got there.

We didn’t hold out that long though, 40 miles later we were sucked into a Taco Bell in Thomp­son. Three tacos for me and a chicken flat bread sand­wich for her, water to drink, in and out for under 5 bucks.