We got there just before 10 a.m., and were warmly welcomed by the restaurant's general manager. He led us to a large round table in the center of the main dining room, instead of one of the smaller tables that lined the walls.
Richard and I thought this was odd. We commented on it to each other but said nothing to our hosts - fearing we would offend, appear rude or be viewed as critical city slickers!
We both noticed and appreciated McFarlain's unique country decor. The place is jam-packed with hundreds of antiques, original works of art and photographs.
Rich and I chatted a bit about the day's agenda. Then an adorable young waitress walked over to take our order. As you might guess, we ordered big and hearty breakfasts - Eggs Benedict, hash browns and grits, bacon and sausage, biscuits and gravy and, of course, lots of freshly squeezed orange juice and hot coffee.
About 10 minutes later, the food arrived and distracted us from further conversation. Instead, we focused on our plates and the Ozarks-inspired cuisine in front of us.
We had been eating for awhile when, all of a sudden, Richard looked over at me and asked: "Does this table seem high to you?" Only then, did I realize that, indeed, it did. In fact, it was now very high; the top of it was nearly up to our chins!
Clearly, the height of the table had risen since we first sat down. But how?
Just then, the general manager and our waitress, smiling from ear to ear, returned to our table. Yes, we had, deliberately, been seated at McFarlain's infamous Rising Table!
We learned about the table's hydraulic lift that allows it to rise so slowly patrons sitting there remain unaware of the changes. We learned of the switch on the wall that was turned on by staff just as the food is served.
We also learned the other diners (sitting at normal tables in the surrounding area) were told to observe the rising table and the people eating there. They were instructed by the servers, "Don't tell them what is happening!"
So, as you can imagine, the other diners couldn't help but stare and laugh at us for "no apparent reason!"
But, being the newest victims of McFarlain's Rising Table wasn't all bad. Soon enough the table was slowly lowered, and we were able to thoroughly enjoy the rest of our meal.
Additionally, we became the newest members of the McFarlain's Rising Table Society. We were also given certificates to prove it!