the muddy Mississippi into southeastern Missouri, we were
getting mighty hungry. When we saw the sign proclaiming The
Only Home of Throwed Rolls, we knew this was the place
to strap on the feedbag.Lamberts
Cafe has been serving up home cooked meals to the fine folks
of Sikeston since 1942. Legend has it that on an particularly
busy day back in 1976, ole Norman Lambert couldnt
get rolls to his customers in his usual fashion, walkin
em around the restaurant. Fed up, an ornery
customer yelled out Just throw the damn thing! The only
home of the Throwed Rolls was born.
midday on Friday, the joint was jumpin. Just as
we sat down, a guy came round with a Jethro bowl full
of fried okra and a big ole spoon. We declined his offer,
noting our lack of plates. He simply pointed to a
roll of brown paper towels on the table and said, Youve
got your paper plate right there. How could we to argue with
that? The hot, sizzling delicious balls of gooey
between our teeth.
The okra is just one of the many pass arounds carried
though the room in massive silver bowls and offered in addition
to the already substantial sides included in the meals. Macaroni
& tomatoes, black-eyed peas and Ole Norms fried potatoes
are all served up while hot rolls are flying overhead.
the call Hot rolls, anyone want a hot roll? rang
out, the slightest signals sent fresh piping chunks of baked
dough soaring across the room. Right behind them was a fella
with a bucket of sorghum molasses.Adding to the mood were
the piano stylings of Geneva Bolen.
Her stream of consciousness ragtime versions of old standards and
modern favorites helped make the whole scene
seem rather madcap
and silent movie-y.
We asked our
waitress if there were special credentials required to become
a Roll Thrower. She said that there werent any — she took
a crack at it her ownself a couple times — but was obliged to
quit after she beaned an old guy in the forehead. Soon after our
conversation, David was unsuspectingly clipped by a soft, yeasty
missile. We figured it happens a lot.
show had all taken place before wed even placed our order.
The menu is as down home as the whole feel of the establishment,
and being in the Boothill of Missouri, David felt compelled to
order the hog jowl. Veronica opted for the four vegetable plate
and was tickled that somewhere between Wisconsin and Sikeston
cottage cheese had become a vegetable.
Hog jowl is
exactly what it sounds like, sliced jowl of hog. Its a lot
like bacon and who doesnt like bacon? However, it looked
like at least four pigs gave up their cheeks to make the pile
of cured pork heaped onto this plate. David did his best but there
was still plenty left over for at least two days breakfast
even after he ate over half of it. He noted if I ate all
that, Id of throwed up.
were cooked in the southern tradition — long and hard — but
very tasty. Some part of the pig was included in most of the veggies
and Veronica was sad that her white beans were more ham than legumes.
This, apparently, was not the place for kosher eating.
all non-alcoholic, are served in mugs and glasses that rival
the town water tower in their ability to hold liquid. Refills
are included and the bathroom is by the front door.Be sure
to bring your folding
green cuz they dont take credit cards at the only home of
the Throwed Rolls.
end of the meal the okra fella came around again, pimping his
wares. Taking one look at Veronicas face he proclaimed her
full as a tick on a dogs back.
he was right.
David & Veronica,