Lasyone's just keeps chuggin' along. No surprises: a steady production of hearty food just as described and just as expected. My first experience there may epitomize the ideal Roadfood experience. I had just moved to town and nobody on earth had any idea who I was, or cared. I had a delightful breakfast of eggs over medium, grits, sausage, and biscuits and gravy, accompanied by juice and coffee. And then I started to check out--and discovered that I didn't have any money! (I carried a money clip and an empty wallet at the time.) I tried to leave something, anything, as security. Driver's license? Credit card? My firstborn child? "No," I was told, "come back later and pay us when you get a chance." So I went out to my car and discovered, lo and behold, my clip--and went back in and settled up. The response? "Honey, if you eat here you'll come back. Don't worry about it." So I did, and I did, and I didn't.
Is there any wonder my wife and I chose to settle in Natchitoches? And, incidentally, don't even think about getting meat pies anywhere else. They might be good, but they won't be as good!