We stopped in this place because we were travelling through and needed a meal.
The experience was almost surreal. The motel nearby looks a bit rundown, but the restaurant seemed inviting. There were hummingbird feeders with hummingbirds humming around.
Inside, it was a different story. Two women sat at the counter - it looked like they worked there. But they didn't move. We were told to pick a place, but the center table was reserved. It wasn't difficult, as we were the only customers in the place.
A man brought us menus and then eventually returned to take our order with some confusion. During all of this the two women sitting at the counter continued to sit and talk, and one of them seemed to be ordering the man around. At one point she said 'You have to change (something unintelligible), the health inspector said it has to be changed and it hasn't been touched in 5 years'.
We had plenty of time to look around, as it took close to 30 minutes for our food to arrive. Since these were clubhouse sandwiches and the place wasn't busy, this seemed a bit excessive.
The place is desperately in need of a renovation - the decor looks like alpine kitsch from 1965. There were dodgy-looking taxidermy specimens and the chandelier near us was festooned with dusty cobweb. The washrooms were very rundown.
"It's like the beginning of every episode of Supernatural!" one of my teens whispered to me.
The food, when it did eventually arrive, was surprisingly good. While the turkey in my clubhouse was the packaged sort, the bacon was abundant and crisp, the tomato fresh, and the fries crisp and perfectly golden.
It wasn't enough to make up for the weirdness of the place, the dirt, or the complete indifference of some of the staff. We will be avoiding this place in the future. read more