Mom, a.k.a. Bonnie Sue Hooper Free, had passed away since we last visited, but the place looks the same (a strip center spot pleasantly countrified with a corrugated metal ceiling and brick pillars). And happily Mom’s standards still prevail. We were more than satisfied with the CFS, a thick piece of pounded round steak under a blanket of cream gravy that nearly covered the plate. Our teenage companion raved about the cheesy hot dog and fries. To finish, we both had Mom’s apple pie à la mode.