On the Road: Woody’s Southland Restaurant

Woody’s Southland has been a staple of my family for three (now four) generations. First opened in 1947, the restaurant has changed locations, owners, and menu’s multiple times. But it’s current iteration, opened in 1989 has been one of my personal favorite haunts for nearly all of my life. For the uninitiated, I suggest ordering a hamburger steak and cheese stuffed potato (Woody’s signature dish.) Also, don’t miss out on their famous steak sauce (a sweet and tangy barbecue sauce) as well as their salad bar, complete with a basketball goal sized wheel of cheddar for customers to slice cheese off of at will.

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Woody’s Signature Sauce

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Hamburger Steak and Cheese Stuffed Potato

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Cheesy Potato Awesomness

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Steak and Sauce

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Generation #4 Sizing Up the Competition

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Woody’s Southland Restaurant

5388 Skyland Boulevard East

Cottondale, Alabama 35453

Phone: 205-556-3070

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Snapshots From Summer

Here’s a few snapshots from this summer. No photoshopping, fancy angles, or tilt-shifts. Just snippets that were documented for the sake of minutiae.

20120930-232637.jpgMuscadines

20120930-232756.jpgIrish, Red, and Yukon Gold potatoes

20120930-232838.jpgMy Uncle and son sitting on one of the tractors

20120930-232907.jpgParadicsom Alaku Sarga Szentes pepper. Also called the “Hungarian Pumpkin Pepper.”

20120930-232923.jpg“Exotic” peppers for this season. Pasilla Bajio, Paradicsom Alaku Sarga Szentes, Shishito & Friariello Di Napoli

20120930-232939.jpg“Family-sized” sweet potato.

20120930-232954.jpgA beautiful flower that I have no clue how to identify.

20120930-233011.jpgMore unidentified flowers. (My grandmother will kill me for not knowing what all of these flowers are.)

20120930-233105.jpgMy grandmother’s stove. Inspiration for “The Southern Table.” We were having an afternoon fish fry. My grandparents did a traditional cornmeal batter. I went with a beer batter. My grandfather and I fried the fish in the outside cooker. The hush puppies were done by my grandmother in the skillet you see here. “Why?” You may ask. She doesn’t think my grandfather or I will cook them right. So, naturally, we drew “fish-duty.”

20120930-233126.jpg My stove. Where “The Southern Table” becomes a reality. This particular morning, my son and I decided to cook breakfast while my wife slept in. He’s out of frame, to my right, in his high chair.