Friday 31 January 2014

Nebraska 4 - Bohemian Cafe, Omaha



Gravy

I’m sure I will have eaten here as a young kid, in the early sixties. I wouldn’t have had the sauerkraut, but I’m sure I recall the gravy. Loads of great gravy.

My grandmother made great gravy: thick and white and a meal on its own – when you’re a kid. She was Danish and lived in Iowa so this doesn’t fit in entirely with these Nebraska/Omaha vignettes, but it is all about memory.

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