Tamale Factory

During our falls in Fayetteville, one of our favorite game day stops was Doe's Eat Place. It was always crowded and buzzing with energy, and we could happily stuff our faces with tamales and steaks before watching the Razorbacks. Since we didn't have season tickets this year, Scott and I found ourselves with a seemingly incurable Doe's craving. 

Lucky for us, the man who owns the Doe's in Little Rock opened a sort of "Doe's Jr." in his barn 45 minutes away. So, Saturday night we drove to Gregory, Ark., for dinner at the Tamale Factory.

We pulled up as the sun was going down, hopeful that we had beat the crowd. Since Tamale Factory is only open Fridays and Saturdays, 5-10 p.m., you have to get there almost as the doors open if you want to eat before 9. Preston made friends with the waitresses, developing quite a fan club by the time we left. And Scott and I ate way too much, happy that we could get our Doe's fix a little closer to home.

The rest of the weekend was spent around the house — celebrating our now 9 month old, sorting laundry, playing and making the week's baby food — and cheering on the Ravens (me) and 49ers (Scott) during our Sunday morning class's Super Bowl party.

Like every weekend before it, this one went by way to fast!