The very next day, while the president was in Savannah, Georgia, for a speaking engagement, he directed the motorcade over to a local restaurant for a well deserved lunch. But once he was at Mrs. Wilkes' Dining Room, Barry got his finger-lickin' groove on with the house specialty: fried chicken, along with black-eyed peas, yams, collard greens, lima beans, banana pudding and, to top it all off, a homemade cherry cobbler.
"I don't want any lectures about my cholesterol. Don't tell Michelle," he quipped.
After that lunch, the alert status of the United States was raised almost as high as when former Vice President, Dick "Bad Heart" Cheney has his latest stent inserted.
When lunch was over, Obama went to the dishpit and graciously offered to scrub his own dishes, but the employees declined. They didn't want the President to get dishpan hands - or suffer a heart attack -- during his stay to their town.
Later in the day, he went to a local television soundstage where he was greeted by America's favorite unhealthy celebrity chef, Paula Deen. Paula got a box of White House M&Ms and she gave Obama a picture of herself with the First Lady, Michelle.
When he described what he'd had for lunch, Paula thought he'd eaten a lunch catered by her own southern-fried restaurant, but he told her he'd been at Mrs. Wilkes. Both places love their butter-churned double-creamed chicken fat dishes.
Let's hope that after Obama gets back to the White House doing his duties and eating bran again, that Michelle doesn't find out about his dalliances with fried foods. If she does, she can always call on Hillary Clinton for tips to deal with president misbehavior.
