Well guys, Bob and I went to the Moonshine Store and Richard's Farm on Saturday. We met in Vincennes, Indiana, drove about 35-40 miles northwest and arrived there about an hour later. I might add to anyone going here: Unless you are familiar with the area, don't go without a GPS. You'll never find it.
It's really nothing more than an old country store. When you enter, you are met with a single room. People are milling around, standing up as they wait for their food or just visiting with other people. You walk to the back of the room where the stove is located and tell them what you want. Then wait around standing up until they prepare it. You take your meal up to the counter, show the lady what you bought, pay for it and sit down.
There are no tables inside. You eat on one of the benches inside--or one of several picnic tables outside. You get your bottle of soda pop from a cooler near the front door. That's about all there is to the Moonshine Store experience. It was about 40 degrees outside and the sky looked as if it were about to rain; so we opted to eat inside.
Now as to the food, Bob and I got a hamburger. The burger was thicker than usual--about a half-inch or better. It was initially juicy. But I can't say it was all that tasty. It wasn't bad, it was just pretty average in taste. Bob agreed.
We both agreed that if anyone wants to come to the Moonshine Store, do so for experiencing the atmosphere. There aren't too many of these sorts of eating establishments around any longer. But don't expect to be bowled over with the food. It's nothing more than what it really is: an old general store that cooks hamburgers (and a few other items) in the back. But just remember: they shut the grill off at 12:30 sharp. No exceptions.
Next we took Buffetbuster's suggestion and went to Richard's Farm. We arrived there in about 15 minutes or less after leaving the Moonshine Store.
Bob had a chicken sandwich and some cole slaw. I had a Hammy Whammy (something); it was razor-thin ham covered with melted cheese. Even though a sandwich, I quickly found out it was better without the bread. I enjoyed my side order of creamed spinach a lot more.
I then ate a slice of persimmon pudding; I don't know why they called it "pudding" because it was a piece of persimmon pie. It was good; it tasted like spiced apples (or something close to that).
I then ate about half of their bread pudding. Again, the pudding is a cake, this time covered with a lot of white whiskey sauce. I would have eaten the whole thing, but the whiskey sauce was so mild that I wasn't encouraged to finish it. Real bread pudding has so much whiskey sauce on it that your lips will glow for the next half-hour.
Overall, we both agreed that the food was OK but not worth a special stop.
Bob took some pictures, but you'll have to wait until he moves back to Chicago next spring or summer before you can look at them.
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