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It was about a mile up and off the road a bit. I drove right by it at first. There was one of those rented signs out front in Oleanspeak.
We started taking photos of the place immediately and sure enough some guy in a pony tail cranked out one of the windows and was just about ready to say "Can I help you" but I cut him off with, "What time are you open for dinner?" "Four o'clock" he yells back. We carefully took a few more photos and drove back into town.
We were ecstatic. page 3 of 5, next > |