Onion ring mountain

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Once upon a time - this young gawky girl and her parents were on a road trip and stopped one evening in a town in the Southern part of Iowa, called Indianola. Supper was always a much looked forward to time of day, after having spent hours in the car. The adults always made the choices about where to stop. But I didn't much care, I was hungry. The choice was made and it was a plain looking cafe in, what, at that time seemed like a smaller town. We went inside and it looked like any other restaurant in the midwest. Those black metal and brown vinyl seated chairs. Brown tables made to look like wood. Wood paneling. Sparsely decorated walls with whatever wall decor was popular 30 years prior. It seemed like the sort of place where everyone knew everyone's name and probably what they were going to order. We ordered onion rings as an appetizer. We should have figured it out when the waitress asked if we wanted, a quarter, half or full order. Well, full of course, there being three of us hungry people. We were served a turkey platted of the most delicious homemade onion rings. I don't remember what else I ate, but that memory has stuck with me through the years. During the pandemic in 2020 I looked up the name of the place - the Crouse Cafe in Indianola, Iowa and to my delight discovered it was still in business. So during my recent trip to the Neon Fun Jungle (AKA State of Iowa) even though it added 4 hours total to my trip, mom and myself went to the cafe. Brilliant. Still the same onion rings. Decor only slightly modernized. Friendly waitress and delightful food , still somewhat reasonable. I don't know why the place captivated me so much. Topic suggested by @xander6464 - because you know he has all the best ideas