So Chattanooga is the host of many a festival, especially during the beloved Fall season. One such festival is known as "Balloons and Tunes"...which sounds like a really cool event with hot air balloons and music...only there were no balloons.
Here is the last of the dying breed of hot air balloons, deflating right as we entered the festival. Apparently all the others had gone home because the winds were too rough.
So what was left to enjoy? Why the sinking Titanic blow-up slide, of course...
...and the Confederate Railroad gospel band. And the "Jesus got 'er done" T-shirts. And the big man whose beer belly made him bust out of his (unbuttoned) overalls. And the Mayfield cow...
The boys (Zachary, Kyle, and Woody) were fascinated by the bullet proof ATVs...
...while the girls (Meleah and myself) looked for their mommies...
And what better way to top off such a Dixieland cultural experience than with a visit to the ole Waffle House...
So when you order "cheese grits" at the Wa-Ho (pronounced "wah-hoe"), you receive a bowl of cold, congealed grits with an unmelted slice of processed American cheese on top. And when you send it back and ask them to warm it up, you receive a bowl of less cold, congealed grits with an unmelted slice of processed American cheese on top. So here I am cutting my unmelted slice of processed American cheese (with a spoon) into little bitty pieces to make it seem more like my definition of "cheese grits."
The others seemed to actually enjoy their midnight meal.
