Dating back to the 1980’s we’ve had a tie to the Anderson Acres farm. Don Staber and Jay Anderson established an arrangement for produce at that time that included potatoes, corn, zucchini seasonally. It was before most restaurants were really thinking about local...
I once had a dog named Django. Best friend I ever had. He was the original Damn Good Dog. When he was gone I was certain I’d never have another dog. No dog could ever be that great. And I couldn’t go through the agony of losing a dog. Never. I’ll tell you now that my...
Guests refer to it as “the tongue” regularly; that large, rounded end of the bar. In fact it’s a tenon. As in “mortise and tenon”. It’s the type of joinery that holds this, and many other, old barn together. This beam that has been our bar since 1976 was actually the...
As I pulled my Chevy pickup into the parking lot of Village Home & Garden, Lyle Lovett was singing “remembering the coming back and not crying about the leaving” and a light rain was rinsing the pollen and dust off the windshield. That lyric has pushed...
“If dreams were lightning and thunder was desire, this old barn woulda burned down a long time ago” … John Prine New Years Day. 2021. Sleep. Decompress. Walk. Repeat. We...
Duh… Took us seven years. The big revelation. The “Ahh Haa” moment. Geniuses we are. Like everyone else who gets started making maple syrup, I imagine, we started on the stovetop with a big pan. Then an outdoor burner. Next an evaporator. And five years ago, we...