I lived here once upon a time. It was where my first job out of college was. I wasn’t so concerned with restaurants at the time as I was with bars and happy hours, and La Crosse was chock a block full of them. (I was in to misbehaving).<\/p>\n
Marges on Rose<\/a> did not exist, and I happened to stop because I was passing through and all the places I used to stop are long gone.<\/p>\n So I wandered in, just after the lunch crowd, but it was still doing fairly brisk business, including a lot of carry out orders from the third party delivery services in town.<\/p>\n I failed to glance at the “Specials” blackboard, and that wasn’t a mistake, but be sure to take note if you stop by.<\/p>\n Despite it being afternoon, I’m always up for breakfast, and always up for Chicken Fried Steak, and if you’re a regular reader, you know I’ve reviewed a lot of them.\u00a0 See<\/a>?\u00a0 (Not even including derivations like wienerschnitzel<\/a>!)<\/p>\n Was I expecting a variation of “Large Marge” at this diner?\u00a0 Can’t say that for sure.\u00a0 But they were crowing loudly about “home cooking” so I was anticipating my steak and eggs with glee.<\/p>\n