by Payson Shields

Ever since I was little, I've spent almost every summer at my grandparents' house on Table Rock Lake. I loved my childhood summer days and nights, but my favorite was when it would thunderstorm. My grandparents would pile us kids into the car, and we would head to the big city of Branson.

We would check out the newest movie, explore a silly museum, enjoy the cheesiness of a show or my personal favorite, go out to eat. And what's the fun of fine dining in Branson? Midwest glitz. And nothing says glitz like a gigantic meatball at the entrance. 

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