It's almost 6:00 on a Friday evening in the month of August in the little known town of Statesboro, Georgia. It was quite hot out, but I was destined to find out what the buzz was about around town. Just moving to Statesboro from Jacksonville, Florida, I needed to get out and meet new people. I figured the Blue Moon Cafe was the place to do just that.
I walked up to a rather small brick building with a half moon on the roof painted blue As I walked closer, I could hear music and laughter inside. When I walked in the door I was greeted with warm smiles and polite but friendly hellos. I took a seat at a nearby empty table and opened a menu. It was filled with foods I had never heard of and drinks that I could not imagine. A second later the waitress came over. "What can I get you to drink," she said in a heavy southern accent. Not knowing anything on the menu I was puzzled. "You're not from around these parts?" she asked in a voice that told me she already knew but just needed conformation. "It is that obvious?" I asked. She Told me the house favorite was the blueberry peach drink with lemons. What the heck I thought. I might as well jump on the bandwagon I told her that was fine and went back to looking at the menu. I came across something that caught my eye. Blue Moon favorite: chitterlings and rice with cornbread on the side. I never heard of chitterlings before. What could that be? The waitress came back with the very blue drink and sat it down in front of me. " Are you ready to order?"she asked with that southern accent. "What are chitterlings?" I asked. "Oh," she asked smiling, "That's just pig intestines boiled and soaked in our special sauce." Pig intestines! Just the thought of the intestines of a pig sent my stomach overboard. "They're very good actually," she said. Just try it I thought to myself. I hesitantly told her I would try that.
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Spelling and grammar errors throughout the paper. I a not hooked when I read the first paragraph, it needs more. Don't write all about what you see but try to talk about the atmosphere and what you feel
In your last paragraph at the very end you jumped from wondering what the Chitterings were to the waitress explaining it. But, you never asked her what they were. It's kind of confusing.
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