Dairy Yum Yum II

Last summer, my boss Jeff and I were traveling to Maysville Kentucky, and on the way we decided it was lunch time. We had an appointment with a school system in Ripley Ohio and decided to take in some of the local fare. We asked around and were told to go to the Dairy Yum Yum 2. So we got there and it looked alot like an old time greasy spoon/ice cream stand. And when we got inside, we were appalled by what we took in. The place was a wreck. Not dissheveled, just dirty man. It was dirty. The "hostess" told us to sit wherever we'd like, so we did. We chose a booth toward the back by a window. The window had a screen that was halfway there, and on the window sill was a dead fly, you know how flies die, they just lay there, on their wings, feet up...not a good sign. So the girl that was waiting on us came to the table in her shorts and t-shirt that had no affiliation with the restaurant, and gave us menus. We ordered sweet teas. They were delivered in huge, like 40 oz red tumblers with no ice, but they were wet, and sweet and hinted of iced tea. I asked her what was good, and she said everything, 'cause mom was on the grill that day. I hope she meant that figuratively and not literally. I said I needed a burger and she recommended the Yum Yum Burger. So we had two Yum Yum Burgers with fries, and everything on them. She wrote the order on her pad and walked to the kitchen, which was in full view, and handed mom the ticket. Mom first grabbed a bag of Ore Ida Golden Crinkles and dumped them in the hot fryer. Then she threw 4 patties on the grill, and set back down on her stool in front of the fryer. At this point I looked at the guy in the table across the aisle from us. He was an old man, with "hard life" worn all over his face. he had water at that point, and made me happy we'd ordered the tea, by the looks of his water. He was an older guy, in his late 60's, with white messy hair, unshaven for a few days and he was moving around a lot. I made uncomfortable eye contact with him and realized for the first time, that his eyes didn't match. One ey was dark brown, and the other was pale, pale blue. They didn't move together, his dark eye would move and the pale blue one would point down. weird. but so it goes. And we made small talk discussing the cobwebs and the dirt on the tables and the vintage booths with their red, sparkly pleather covering. Luckily the burgers came quickly. I was thinking that the health department surely had not made any trips inside here for years and years. But the burgers...THE BURGERS WERE AWESOME! Two patties with tartar sauce, cheese, pickles and lettuce, like they were made in heaven. The patties were cooked through, like they should be in a place like this, and the bun was white and brown and soft and warm. It was a great greasy spoon burger, and the golden crinkle fries held their own. We both ate the burgers quickly, and both of us commented on how good they were, and we weren't kidding. So she brought us the check and we asked if she took AMEX. She said only cash. So we scraped our wallets and came up with the $8 total and managed a 20% tip too. We watched as mom took out the garbage through the back window, then walked across the street and into her house. The lunch rush was over, and she needed rest, i guess. The food was good, and the service was fine, and the memory just won't go away. I always wonder how many flies were dead in the kitchen? Don't know, don't really care, we both lived. Jeff slept half the way home that afternoon.