It was another vacation my parents had planned out to be “fun” I dreaded every minute of it since the moment we were canned in one mini van with three of my obnoxious brothers. I had no one to relate to I almost hadn’t spoken three words before we had left. I was to occupied in one of my favorite movies called “Yours, Mine, and Ours” I had been to busy to even acknowledge anyone, in this case I thought to my self I was alone in my own serenity. I glanced up only occasionally to attempt telling my parents I had been stoked, but failed to get my message across. Finally after several hours of hell crammed in the corner of the vehicle. I used my frustrated voice, I defiantly was acknowledge at this point, but I also had a feeling everyone was feeling mutual to my complaint. Besides my dad who came up with the great idea of a eleven hour drive of torture. Finally I felt the car coming to a stop in a very foggy, suspicious ghost town. For all I knew I would have said it was abandoned, it had an ieery feel to it so I stayed close to my mom who had been blinded by the fact it was. I know without doubting the inference Ive never been here or had been familiar with this odd town, I wasn’t even sure of its name. The scrutiny passed my mind, but my stomach occupied the passing, grumbling of hunger. I flinched at my mothers arm filling her in I had not ate anything before we left till now. She eagerly pulled back giving off a disfigured look to why I was so antsy, she pointed to the only restaurant available. At this point I didn’t care much where as long as there was food. We parked our mobile in front of the shady looking store. I bolted to the door, my family becoming a burden still behind. An old man greeted me and gave me the option on where we should sit, I went straight for the middle under the dim chandelier. He set out the menus with out a word, I glanced at it nothing looked appealing or of anything I had tried before. So I asked the man to surprise me. Thirty minutes have past, it seemed as if it had been for two hours. Eventually a tray had found its self before me. I took a bight not knowing what it was, it was quite chewy and juicy, the texture was beyond me, I asked what it had been he reassured me it was cow brain, something I have never tried and wasn’t planning on it. Immediately I spit chunks of food out of my mouth into a napkin and struggled for water. He had brought me an orange liquid, I gulped the substance down in two sips, its taste was sweet I wholesomely enjoyed it, the flavor I had picked out was carrot, which I haven’t tasted before but was delightful! The last thing he brought out of request, was calamari, something Ive also never tried but heard of. The taste was settling I didn’t mind it, and it also wasn’t one of my favorites. It was satisfying so I left it at that. I will definitely never forget this place the name of the restaurant was “Russ’s Kitchen”.