Rock was at Paul's Restaurant with a large group of his running friends and a few of their grown children, and couldn't seem to get enough to eat. His plate literally overflowed with mashed potatoes and friend okra. He had already eaten two fried chicken thighs, and two more were on the way.
Elaine laughed. "Rock, do you ever get full?"
Sandy shook her head and joined in Elaine's laughter. "If I ate as much as Rock, I'd be as a big as a house."
A waitress brought a basket full of dinner rolls to the table. They were huge and looked absolutely delicious to Rock. He picked one up; it was warm and fresh as if it had come straight from the oven. Rock spread butter on it and took a bite. "Good god, this is perfect."
He ate the first in less than a minute and looked for another. Unfortunately for him, the basket was empty, but Rock noticed a full basket at a nearby table. The sons of one of his friends were digging in.
"Hey, do you guys mind if I take a couple of these?" Rock said.
"Help yourself,"one of the brothers said.
Rock picked up two. "Has this place always had these rolls?"
"As far as I know."
"This may sound crazy, but I've eaten here since 1986 and I just don't remember rolls at Paul's."
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