At this time of year in particular, I am always on the look out for anything which can satisfy my summer homesickness. Front porches and screen doors are in short supply in Yorkshire. Unfortunately. But there are opportunities for American food. Today, after a lovely day at the seaside in Filey, we paid a visit to Hickory’s Roadhouse and Grill on the far side of York.
The decor was frankly overwhelming. It was a bit like being snogged by Uncle Sam at a Tea Party Convention on the 4th of July. But in a fun way.
The waiters were friendly and yes, just a little bit sexy. That helped. The food was not only authentic but yummy and served in Yankee-sized portions. The chili dog I had was first rate and I got fries and onions rings! The decadence. After trying out the homemade bbq sauce, I found myself wishing it came in a shot glass. You can buy bottles of it to take home but I didn’t trust myself.
Apparently, this place is known for Man v Food type eating challenges. The Wall of Shame and Wall of Excuses kept the kids entertained while we waited for our food. “Sorry, I have to get home. My goldfish is drowning” was a particular favourite.