"The restaurant feels like a strange mix of a former diner and a dollar store, or maybe even a flea market, with an odd assortment of items scattered throughout. You’ll find everything from canned tuna and aspirin to coffee mugs and antiques—and even canned sardines—all piled up on tables and shelves where they just don’t belong in a restaurant setting. It felt like a time capsule, but unfortunately, not a pleasant one.
I've been trying to stop at different small-town truck stops and restaurants to check out the atmosphere and grab a bite, but this place was really peculiar. I ordered nachos, a crispy chicken wrap, and a Reuben, and all of them were definitely below average. Nothing special or homemade, and it seems they’re simply trying to keep things running on an extremely tight budget.
To be honest, this place makes an Iron Skillet look like a luxury hotel. There’s plenty of parking available, and they charge $15 for a shower, which I’m going to skip. If I happen to drive along Highway 39 again, I’ll likely keep going unless I really, really need to stop."
