This is one of those western style restaurants where they have a bucket of roasted peanuts on the table and you throw the shells on the floor.
I love roasted peanuts in the shell and I start chowing down on the peanuts as soon as I get seated at the table.
But the coup de grace was yet to come. The waitress who seated us had a basket with hot sourdough rolls and what I thought was butter.
But what I thought was butter wasn't just plain butter, it was honey butter. I didn't discover this fact until I had buttered a roll and the flavor of the honey butter was so familiar to me. I instantly had a memory from my childhood from when I was about 10 years old. My parents would on occasion get some honey butter from the store for use at home.
I absolutely loved spreading the honey butter on plain bread and especially on toast. At the restaurant I am not sure which I liked better, the entree or the rolls with lots of honey butter on them. Sometimes simple pleasures are the best pleasures. Take pleasure in the aroma of a flower as you pass by. Lew