When you have hit the next dirt road and you get this creepy feeling that you are very lost- you are almost there.
In highschool this little known hole in the wall was a place where we regularly would go for the greatest and hottest Buffalo Wings that you have ever had. French Creek was built and founded in the 1930s and there are still a few guys hanging around that seem to have been there for the laying of the cornerstone. As noticed in the top picture, the ceiling has begun to cave so papers have covered it (as if nobody notices).
Here is my dad, Owen and me in front of the place. Now let me tell you that it has been recently remodeled. The brick is new and the fact that there are no trees growing out of the gutters or off of the roof show the newness of it all. In 1981 the ownership was transferred- I guess they thought that 25 years was enough to fork over a few bucks for some aluminum siding.
This game thing has been here from the beginning as well. The table gets lots of use, but I still do not know how to play it. One of the great things about French Creek is that in the winter if you pull into the parking lot you will see 3-5 cars and about 50 snowmobiles in the parking lot. It is much easier to get there via the fields in the cold and snowy winter.
Here is a shot of the tasty morsels. They sell them in 8,16, or 32. One of the classic ways to eat them is over some hot rolls and when you are finished you eat the rolls that have acquired all of the drippings. Quite yummy although not heart friendly.
2 comments:
If they're as HOT as you say, maybe they just burn all the cloggings out of one's arteries. At least that's what I thought the prof said in pathophysiology...
Yup, the only place I have ever had deep fried veggies, such as carrots, beans, cauliflower, and pickles! Really a true experience. I wish we could take my parents there, or even better, the Birns! We do owe them a dinner! heehee... ;)
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