Robertsdale where?

On the way to New Orleans, we had to stop in Robertsdale, Alabama...yeah, I didn't know where that was either. When we called, they said the repair would take about 2 hours, so Tim and I thought maybe we could go to a nice air conditioned movie, that all changed when we saw Robertsdale.  Luckily, they said the repair would only take an hour, so we went out for lunch.  We picked out a local restaurant with 'home cookin'.  We passed the entire sheriff's department leaving lunch on the way in, so it must be a local fav.  The southern favourites on the buffet with stellar collard greens, macaroni and cheese and the most awesome gumbo.  Tim was thrilled we had to stop so we could enjoy one more great southern meal.  We opted for the electric jack and Tim was beaming after its first execution.