lil' abner's arguably 'greatest restaurant of all time,' lucio boldly displays his testicles on dining room table
MARANA, ARIZONA-- Lil' Abner's may have just surpassed Crepeville as the greatest restaurant of all time, sources (read: Adam, Amanda, Karin, Lauren, Lucio, Jeff, Laura) report.
No, really, I'm quite serious. This shit was amazing.
Now, I'm not much of a red meat eater, but exceptions must be made in cases like these. I had been hearing about Lil' Abner's for several years now, ever since my buddy Eric started at the UA as an undergrad.
Lil' Abner's is way out of town. Way out of town, a good ten miles northwest of Tucson. It's a little smokehouse in the middle of the Arizona desert. Eerily enough, you can SMELL Lil' Abner's before you see it.
After sitting down and contemplating an extensive, detailed menu (one page, single sided), I ordered a 7 oz. filet, a modest yet exquisitely flavorful (dare I say 'tangy'?) cut of beef, which was lovingly accompanied by a salad, baked beans, baked potato and garlic toast. Amanda's a vegetarian, but she swears she had the best damn baked potato of her life... right, Amanda? Important to note here that sour cream for the potatoes was dispensed in these clever fortune-cookie shaped packages. Thanks, Rod!
Lucio really laid his manhood out on the table when he proceeded to order "The Cowboy" (see pictured), the crown jewel of the Lil' Abner's menu-- bar none the most expensive and largest cut of meat sold: a 2 LB. T-Bone steak. No exaggeration.
After we voraciously extinguished our fiery, carniverous urges, Jeff, Lucio and I extinguished not one-- but two!!-- pint-sized ice cream sundaes. As if that weren't enough, the crew hopped back in our cars and paid a long-awaited visit to the Branding Iron Bar, (formerly known as 'Country Western Bar,' affectionarely known as 'The Borat Bar') which, incidentally, was not that far away from Lil' Abners. Borat himself was no where to be found, and I, consequentially, was saved from any well-throwing.