The wine had warmed my belly and the sunny day warmed my entire body. We drove down a narrow road with a roaring river to our right and a cliff with small but impressive waterfalls to our left. We were on our way to¦ well we didn’t really know where. I think we were still looking for some sort of breakfast but it was almost 2:30 pm. We stopped for a bit to snap a few pics at the scenic overlook over the Maury River near Goshen, VA.
Our skittles led us to a small cafe in Goshen. The screen door slammed behind us as we walked in. A table of four hunters stopped eating and stared. Two older gentlemen sat in a booth to our left and stopped their conversation. This place was perfect.
We walked up to the counter, complete with milkshake machines from the 50s, a pie case from the 40s and eventually, a waitress from a decade before that.
She didn’t find us right away. One of the four hunters yelled into the kitchen, œMargie, someone’s here. She called us honey and recommended the day’s special of baked chicken served with two vegetables and a roll. We both got it. I had a side of greens and green beans, my friend got coleslaw and mashed potatoes with gravy on the side.
I think the thing I loved the most about the meal were the pats of butter that were served with the rolls. I’ve only ever experienced them at old-fashioned chicken-dinner fundraisers in my hometown. A perfectly proportioned slice of butter is sandwiched between a firm white square of paper and a thin sheet of wax paper. The heat from your fingertips help to melt the butter right away and make it ideal for spreading. I love this.
For dessert we had the apple pie a la mode and a small chocolate milkshake. Both were made from scratch and served with love from Margie. Good ole Margie.
A few skittles later and we were headed to Floyd. A very small dot on our map off of route 81 S.
Quote of the day: From Tony, an 89-year-old hearing-impaired WW I vet who joined us at the counter. “Look right there, that’s my birthday, born July 4th, 1918. Now you can tell your friends you met a real Patriot.”
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