I needed meat. Unfortunately, in a town full of cows it would be easier to buy the whole thing. Not a slab of porter house or new york on any menu! There was only one spot left in the lot, so I figured, Wrong! I do have to apologize for staring. I know one guy must have thought I was hitting on him because I couldn't take my eyes off his hair. The joint was full of bowl cuts circa 1968. I thought the Beatles got back together or something. Even the women were in on joke! Back to the restaurant that was decorated in early country garage sale. I scoured the menu and the meat offerings were razor thin and nothing looked appetizing. I went with a combo club of ham and turkey. It came with noodles soup. Just to let you know that you were getting more than one noodle I guess? They were home made and the cup was brimming with chicken. Then the sandwich came out. The coated fries were all stuck together and looked as though they had 2 coats on them. The sliced turkey looked as thought it was frozen and thawed in the microwave. It had this transparent look to it. I started to lose my appetite quickly. I did get a piece of apple pie. The flaky crust and big chunks of apples almost saved the day. The waitress was on her game, but she needed to stop her auto tan prior to her coming to work. This place is amusing, but it isn't enough. Unless they let you pack your own lunch!
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