My grandpa stumbled across this online:
Don’t get too excited, it is all the way in North Dakota. So it sparked this online discussion and reminiscence about his family, how good the women were at the cooking and all that great stuff they made in the kitchen and how he wouldn’t be surprised one bit if the origins of this diner weren’t from kinfolk of ours. So I looked them up. And found their menu (maybe this is where I get my deep love and admiration for rootbeer floats?) I also found this lady:

Wait just a minute. You know, she does sort of look like my Dida:
Hmmmmm.
Then I saw this. I almost fell over. “Kroll’s Girls” bobbleheads.

SHUT UP!
Look how grumpy they are! One is on its way to the Florida Kroll’s right this very moment (dontcha know.) Gosh, I love Fargo, I think I’ll keep the number of the restaurant on speed dial for the next time I need a fix.
And what the in the hell is Knoephla Soup?





