Home of Throwed Rolls

We left home this morning headed for Branson, Missouri, with Carole's cousin, Shirley, and her husband, Jim. I arranged for a two bedroom condo unit on Table Rock Lake adjacent to Branson, so we left "The Bus" at home.

On the way to Branson, we stopped at Lambert's Restaurant in Springfield, the "Home of Throwed Rolls".


Lambert's isn't just a good place to eat, it's a destination. People come from all over the region just to say they've been to the "Home of Throwed Rolls". We were here on Labor Day Weekend and faced a long wait to get in. People were lined up outside waiting on the porch and we had an hour and a half wait. If it had been just Carole and I, we would not have waited as we have been here several times before, but neither Jim nor Shirley have been here before . . . so we waited on Lambert's porch along with the rest of the tourists.



Once seated at out table inside, the atmosphere was quite festive. In addition to the usual clutter of old fashioned decorations and wall hangings reminiscent of farming and the Ozark Mountains, they had streamers and balloons all over the place. Lambert's is a very large restaurant, but the place was packed and everyone was obviously enjoying themselves.




Yes, they really do throw rolls here. In fact, that's the only way rolls are served. If you can't catch yourself a roll, you just go without! I tried to catch a waiter in the act of throwing a roll to someone, but they were either too fast or I was too slow with the camera. But, believe me, they were throwing rolls to all of the customers.

We had a nice lunch of down-home cooking, caught a few rolls (which are really good yeast rolls), and then got back on the road to Branson. Now Jim and Shirley can say they've been to the "Home of Throwed Rolls".