Veal with Creamed Mushroom Sauce

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A favorite memory from my childhood was going to the Café (pronounced kâ-fey by the locals) with my grandparents in Rock Springs, Wyoming.  I don’t remember the name of it because it was always referred to as THE café.  The only café we ever went to.  It had a red awning and brick walls. The interior was brown carpet, red chairs, and somewhat of an Asian/American dark decor.  The menu had everything from stir fry to open-faced turkey & gravy sandwiches and my favorite, breaded veal.  It wasn’t exactly the best cooking in the world but it was our café and a tradition every time we visited grandma and grandpa. Continue reading