Jean's was an authentic country restaurant of the old school, located in Rockcastle County Kentucky. It was perched about halfway up Burr Hill, near Exit 59, off of Interstate 75.
I cried when I heard that it burned down.
When I say Jean's was authentic, I mean that it was where the locals went to eat. Jean's did not pander to the I-75 tourist trade and it wasn't littered with Cracker Barrel-crap. It's where you went to eat dinner on Sunday afternoon, after church. It's where county political bosses held court and kissed babies. It's where all the best gossip was spread.
I only ever ate three things at Jean's but I would travel around the world just to eat them there again: (1) country ham so strong it would salt cure your tongue; (2) pinto bean soup with hamhocks that was especially good for your heart, if you know what I mean; and (3) fried cornbread, smothered in enough real butter to make life worth living.
Oh, I forgot the chocolate cream pie! And coffee in those old-school diner coffee cups that were not an affectation at Jean's, just the only crockery they ever had.
You'll have to excuse me now. I feel a fresh batch of bitter tears coming on.