Maple Street Bar and Grill is as good as it gets in this sleepy little city of 2700. I see it's been reviewed before but it warrants several.
The menu is varied (appetizers to entrees in several styles) and the food is always great. I've eaten there several times and always leave with a grin and a full stomach.
There is one item I'm fond of called the "Editor's Edition. A very large pork tenderloin sandwich with green chili strips laid across the top, covered with cheese and served with sides. It's featured on the Lunch menu but not on the Dinner menu although it's still available by request.
A full bar is available and smoking is permitted.
The owners work right along with the rest of the friendly and able staff.
Almost everything in this area is family owned and run, this is just the best one. So, if by some chance you're ever in this area, make Maple Street a "must try" for a fantastic meal.
While visiting my parents in Louisburg, Missouri, we like to venture to the town over (an actual incorporated town) for dinner at the restaurant "that serves beer!" (Exclaimed by my mother, always the Cheesehead!)
Walk in, and hear a cheerful, "Hi, howyou?" Â (This is the standard greeting in these parts, trust me.) Â You'll find out, indeed, they do serve beer. Â And lots of other items...lots of mexican options (the monterey chicken is pretty good), excellent seafood (yes, kids, even in Missouri!) good lasagna, good burgers...you definitely will not leave this place hungry!
Located in quaint downtown Buffalo, near the only "bar" which is conveniently located near the police station, should you desire some police assistance...if you're ever in the area (and I kinda doubt you will be), stop in, grab a bite, and a beer. Â Cuz face it, it'll be a long way to the next meal where you can get a cold one!
Service is a tad slow, but very friendly (and most dishes come with a good-sized side salad for you to whet your whistle).
One drawback: everyone smokes down here inside the restaurant. Â And not just regular cigarettes, long 100's, where the old ladies practically over-extend their elbows to light 'em.