Tornados and Funnel Cakes Don’t Mix

Nothing like tornado warnings blaring while you’re cooking a funnel cake.  That’s what happened tonight for the best part of an hour.

We were at Big Whiskeys in Little Rock and having a pretty good night.  The Firefly distributor was working the crowd and shots were flowing.  Management and staff had all gotten funnel cakes and the wait -staff was even pushing funnel cakes to their customers and running out to Big Red to pick them up.  Not killer, but a nice evening and the essence of what the Fandango is all about.

Then the sirens started. At the time, I was cooking an order for two funnel cakes.  Over the next hour, the sirens blared every five minutes or so. And yet the folks kept coming out for a funnel cake. I guess they are more used to these shenanigans than the fat guy from Virginia because I was trying to hide under the fryers. Needless to say, I was quite scared but kept right on cooking.

The storm cell went just north of us so we really didn’t get hit. But it was close. Way too close for me.

One actually touched down in an area call Hurricane Lake. Only in Arkansas could a tornado hit a hurricane. While I say that tongue in cheek, I certainly feel for anyone that was actually affected by tonight’s storm.

We stayed on schedule and closed a little after 8:30 but before we could leave, another storm moved in and while this one had no tornados, it was a doozie.  We just hung out at BIG WHISKEYS, had a little dinner and few adult beverages. And then headed for Dallas, making it to Hot Springs before calling it a day.

More to come form the Fandango.