No Lamb Will Be Served In This House

Because my father had been such a pain in the ass to his parents they sent him to military academy for his high school years, and that is how he met my mother and I was born in South Carolina. It seems that when WW II came about and my dad was drafted from his hometown of Peekskill NY, about 60 mile north of New York City, his draft status showed he had been be military academy. So the ARMY saw that on his record and immediately made him a Sargent and also gave him permanent station status at Ft. Bragg North Carolina, thereby guaranteeing he would never be shipped overseas and possibly be killed during the war. It also made it possible for him to meet my mother who grew up in Rock Hill SC, and marry her and further guaranteeing I would be born in South Carolina. The downside to his permanent status at Ft. Bragg was that for all the time he was there the only fresh meat the ARMY served him was mutton or lamb. As a result after the war and to the day he died he would never eat anther piece of lamb or mutton, so I grew up never eating a lamb chop or a lamb stew, it was banned from out home.
He also learned to hate standing on line, which he did a lot of in the ARMY, so whenever we went out to eat or anywhere else out if there was a line to get in to the place we were going we would get there and turn around and find another place to eat. As a result we ended up eating in many not yet or ever popular restaurants.